Its embarrassing to be that person.
To love someone that doesn't feel the same.
The saddness, patheticness.
The weakness.
The uncontrollable tears.
Don't want your sorrow, your pitty.
So as disguised tears fall in the shape of a smile,
I will fake it, till...
For I don't want to be that person.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem