You can't see my shadow if I'm in the shade.
You won't really see the colors if they begin to fade.
Standing, staring daggers at the world, nothing to say,
But if I hold it all in, will it ever go away?
Or will it overflow my mind with anger and stress?
Will it hurt me emotionally, take my heart out my chest?
Trust, love, and forgiveness is the war within I fight.
And what's done in the dark eventually comes to the light ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem