The Pain behind those eyes,
The Feelings that are felt,
Looking in the mirror, I see myself.
The Hurt that is caused,
The Tears that belong to me,
The things that keep me from being free.
The Regrets that I have,
The Tears that have been wept,
I am now, just awaiting my own Death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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