The way I never feel or say
brings me down day by day
its hard to hold on while your slipping away
there is no point in trying when you have no getaway
like the hell with the gorgeous impression
and the smile that brings little attention
the judging family that takes action
only when their are thoughts of abduction
by the devils among us
who always pick me up along the way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem