Going through the years,
Full of joy and tears.
Growing up sometimes in fear,
Wondering if anyone can hear.
Dealing with the pain,
Trying to stay sane.
Wondering if I'll ever be the same,
Feeling I have myself to blame,
Let go of the past,
Because life is too short, make it last and make it a blast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem......keep it up....