A beautiful young woman
sits there.
Laughing and playing with
her hair.
To most it would seem
that she hasn't a care in
the world.
It seems no one can see
past her carefully painted
mask;
For while she is beautiful and
radiant on the
outside,
There's nothing but a
raging torment
inside her heart, soul and mind.
Can anyone save her?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem