phoney...
thats what i am.
thats all i have
is a phoney smile.
a smile that i smile
when im dieing inside.
no one can see what it
truely means..
the smile looks true
but deep down it means
im dieing inside of
a tattered heart.
i hope someone will see
through this smile im
always wearing,
inside and out.
soon it'll be to
late...
to save a tattered
heart like mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem