you have no idea
what it's like to
be a stranger like me
not even recoginzing the face in the mirror
you have no idea
what its like having people stare
at your scars
saying, almost srcreaming
what the hell happend
you have no freaking idea
wahts it like
to have to explain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do have an idea. Putting on the fake smile every day is not as easy as it seems, you of all people should know that.