I smile, I laugh, I act dumb to make people around me satisfied.
I smile to hide my sadness,
I laugh to hide my tears,
I act dumb to hide my wariness.
But when the sun falls and I’ am covered in my blankets.
I cover my face and begin to cry letting everything out Feeling alone and empty inside.
But by morning when I am surrounded by loved ones I put on my mask.
If you would really know me you would know that inside I am crying and yelling for help,
help that no one can give me....
A direct way through the steps of melancholy. At the end an accusation together with an entreaty for help. This is movement, dramatic, but movement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the hidden truth...........of modern days.........