It comes in the silence of the night when no one is watching.
It touches my face so softly, but built with anger.
The room starts to fade away, and I am alone.
It starts heavily down my tender skin.
It displays all the feelings of hate and depression I try to hide.
I just don't think I can take the pain any longer.
I am too betrayed and heartbroken by this cold world.
I can almost hear all the cries of the children.
I feel their pain with every tear they shed against themselves.
I wish i was stronger so I could give them some comfort.
But people don't know my real pain and anxiety.
Their comfort is gracious, but I am still broken.
Slowly, I begin to feel so numb that I don't know where I am.
And neither do I care.
All these things are what I feel, and they will never change.
Untill maybe, I shed the tear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem