The feelings she feels,
are to complicated to share,
to complicated to put into words,
and everyday she feels the same.
While shes with her friends,
or alone with her bestfriend,
she cant stop but to think,
why am i keeping this bottled up?
should i share them?
no, i shouldint,
it'll be complicated for others,
and they find me weird or even messed up.
Soo yeah, she might have a smile upon her face,
but of course its fake,
because deep, deep down
shes dying inside,
and she doesint know how to put that into words,
others will understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem