Has it really come to this?
I'm Too unsure
In front of the mirror
In front of my friends
How can I believe I'm not equal
If I don’t have to fight
Has it really come to this?
I’m pathetic
Crying because of me
Crying because of them
How can I not continue
if even they do
They fight I write
They smile through dirt
While they bleed out
I cry through my mask
While I’m not noticed
Has it really come to this?
I guess it has
Someday we will stop
Someday we will stand together
But until then
We refuse to stop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem