I'm not one to say how I'm feeling.
But my life is now peeling.
I lied to my family just to find love that wasn't there.
The two of us thought we made a pretty good pair.
But at the end of the day my family got in the way.
No one knew our secrete, but it drove me to a depressed state.
I couldn't even go skate.
The truth was dripping out a little at a time.
It felt as if I was committing a crime.
Who do I talk to? What do I do? ..,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem