Tomorrow will come,
And my tears will dry.
I'm not okay,
But I will lie.
No one will know,
Because no one will ask.
I'll keep on my fake smile,
Till' I can take off my mask.
You'll never see me cry,
Because you never take the time.
Is this all that's left to say?
Is this my final line?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is one of your many nice poems you have on here and i also agree that this is the best way for me also to express whats on my mind Great work Brysha