The legend of Thomas the poet unknown,
the true feelings of whom will never be shown.
Empty words and hollow threats,
echo through the halls of a sorrowful mind.
Fear not the instability of the mind,
for its weakness is its greatest support.
Although none can detect the underlying cries,
one can only pray not to break.
To conclude this story of a depressed adolesent,
this fact I will leave for all to remember.
Through the sorrow and the anger,
a glimpse of bliss can be found for those strong enough to seek it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem