Seething inside, afraid to speak for I may hurt someone's feelings
unintentionally and I don't want that to happen.
Anger stretching tightly across my mind, pulling me in directions I
don't want to go.
Taciturnly listening to echoes of irate symbols, trying to keep peace
at my side so I won't fall into an emotional trap, singeing my soul, because I don't want to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem