Its hard for me to cry,
Shedding one tear hurts my appearance.
One tear shows I am weak,
My cries for help are useless and pathetic.
I can only wait for the day,
When I can cry tears of joy,
Instead of this sorrow and misery.
But for now, I hide
In my shell of despair,
Where I can relax in the pool of loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem