Everywhere I turn I see fake smiles,
Sorrow, despair and fear
As I look into the mirror
A face unrecognisable
Strained, tired and lost
When will this all end?
When will the fake smiles go?
As I weep upon my pillow
I pray to god
I speak to the air
Wishing someone would hear my voice
And answer my prayers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem