She felt the same everyday,
But she never complained.
Even though you could see it on her face.
All the words she could never say.
Know one mined her,
she was never in the way.
Even though she felt that way,
Empty and out of place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hardly talked to anyone in school. I didn't want them to know anything....so I said nothing. You'll see that the more you speak, the easier things will get. Take care, Sincerely, Mary