Eye resemble a vase in many ways/
its deep shallow
and sometimes thin.
On the outside its firm and hold but
the inside is like living in a broken home.
I'm' like a vase in many ways..
Eye stand tall with my head held high/
but deep inside sometimes i feel as if eye wanna cry.
I'm like a vase in many ways..
I'm' like a vase in many ways/ cuz i look so different than i feel
bout most of the days...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem