Some people have lost everything inside,
believe me it's hard to go on with little or no pride.
Some people have no one to tell,
they throw away the key to their own jail cell.
Some people have felt so much pain,
they begin to feel like they are going IN-SANE.
Some people always feel down,
they just can't wipe away their own frown.
Some people are stuck in a gloom,
it gets hard to hide in their own costume.
Some people ha experienced many kinds of assault,
they begin to lie to themselves, 'it's all my fault'.
Some people are fighting to stay strong.
they have forgot how, it's been that long.
Some people are going wild,
for so long everything has been suppressed and piled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem