I am despair.
I wonder how people could be happy at such desperate times.
I hear people crying.
I see people dying.
I want peace in the world.
I am war.
I pretend that everything is alright.
I feel sad.
I touch the souls of the wounded.
I worry about what will happen next.
I cry everyday and die inside.
I am ill.
I understand how the economy's down.
I say that I am alright, but I'm not.
I dream that there will be peace in the world soon.
I try not to be afraid, not to lose hope, yet I do.
I hope that people don't stop hoping themselves, but they do.
I am true fear and anger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem