These memories.
They bring me joy.
They bring me happiness.
They put a smile on my face.
But they are things I use to mask the pain.
Its just a mask..
The real memories I think about.
They bring me sadness.
They bring me hate.
They lock me away from everything..
When will the mask become a reality?
How will I finally be happy?
I will not know.
I will never know untill Im no longer masked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem