They flow down in silent streams
Showing the dense pain
They let others see that I am weak
Is that bad?
Is having people help you okay?
Aren't I supposed to help them?
Not the other way around?
These questions flow through my head,
Aching i look through the water
To see many people I help
Looking at me this bad.
It makes me feel worse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love the poem. Your not lost. Just look on to your friends and you will see they are as weak as you and everyone keeps each other strong