In my shower I drain my sorrows
The waterdrops makes me a clown
Like a veil on my lashes, they made little crowns
I successfully mask my emotions
The inside and the outside are two faced
As they lay opposite each other
But no stranger can tell
Only I because I am their master
Only when one closes their eyes
Can you differentiate my mood
And you wonder why I have mood swings
I am always on the hunt to balance the see-saw
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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