I hold off the tears of sadness for
the fear of madness.
I feel it pulling with all of the knowing.
I want to quit, but all I can do is spit.
I’m mad, I’m sad,
I feel that I’ve been had.
What do I do, what do I say?
While I hold my tears at bay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem