You look at me
Im frightened of what you might see
Broken inside
No strength to confide
You know plenty
But do you notice that im hollow and empty
Loveless wrists
Empty Fists
Im trapped deep down below
A place i dont wish anyone to go
Commited
I defended
I was used
Left alone, bruised
What would you think of me?
Will this smile hide what you could see?
Hopefully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem