Im telling lies keeping my own secrets,
So every night i cry,
My lies are long the truth is short,
The things i think are deep,
The truth is i feel unloved,
The lie is i always feel loved,
The truth is i never tell my true feelings to people who know me,
The lie is i am very opened.
Lies and truths either way there deep,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Keep writing..