I'm in such a mess,
With headaches upon headaches,
With irritable heartaches,
From broken eyes,
Pain within- in disguise.
I have no idea how this is all hidden so well,
Thoughts make me dwell.
I've learnt to lie,
Wear mask and push away others of whom I wanted to stay by my side.
Oh how a cure those nights of sleep are.
Taking them for granted was like tar.
A mistake by far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem