Too much to hold,
like wet soap,
happiness slips right through.
Positive energy glows,
negative radiation
attracts me like a moth,
and suffocates me
like a chloroformed cloth.
Walkin' thru the crowd,
a beautiful smile,
is camoflaged by ignorant scowls.
Hope has a flag,
fear is holding a noose,
I wringle, I strain
and I flag.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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