The mask I put on isn't too hard to discover.
You just have to become a friend and the truth you'll uncover.
The story of my past which forever changed me,
And opened my eyes so the world I could see.
I'll consider you my friend and tell you the story of the past,
To you I'll try to make it fast.
Maybe you won't think my past is too hard,
But to me that's my favorite part.
It happened seven years ago, one night,
When I found out he was gone, much to my fright.
They killed him, took him from my live forever,
They left my family's heart dissevered.
That night changed my whole out look on the future,
It was like looking at a moving picture.
I realized that you never know what you have until it's gone,
And to not appreciate the life we have is wrong.
You never know what's going to happen next,
To me, life seems like the hardest test.
My mask covers the past that haunts me,
The past that doesn't let me be.
I look shy, and reserved,
But inside, I am loud, and concerned.
Concerned for the future to come,
Scared of a few events, and looking forward to some.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem