The questions,
They become longer.
The answers,
They become shorter.
The truth,
They twist to lies.
The friends,
They turn into enemies.
The laughs,
They turn into cries.
The wants,
They shift into needs.
The lives,
They turn into deaths.
The uncertainties,
They revolve around the past.
The unknown,
They no longer are in hiding.
This pain,
It grows unbearable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem