the feeling deep inside me is not happiness.
It is the feeling of all the pain, I had ever felt.
The feeling is anger.
It is mad at everyone that come into my life, just to hurt me.
So now I sit here holding that feeling deep inside of me, hoping you will never have to see it.
The only thing that it is not mad at is you.
My feelings inside are all messed up, expect 2.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem