I feel so distraught when I try to
express myself
On the outside I'm like a sun shiny day,
but on the inside I'm a time bomb waiting to explode
How do you look yourself in the eye when
you hate what you see?
What am I supposed do when someone asks
what's wrong?
Do I tell them what they want to hear,
or the truth?
Imagine feeling pain without end,
or losing your soul becoming a lifeless shell
Sometimes I wonder who will
mourn and who will rejoice
on the day of my death
Who will place flowers and who
will dance on my grave?
Sometimes I wonder who will mourn and who will rejoice on the day of my death Who will place flowers and who will dance on my grave? I like this stanza. but i need not to bother who will do what? your first posting is super. keep it up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks for the input and I will use the advice on my upcoming posts.