The disaster, the tears
the broken promises, the fears
the sorrow, the fate
So much things we hate.
So much lies
not very strong
giving up quickly
not knowing when we are wrong
crying on the inside
yet wearing a big smile
as if we are happy
but only lasting for awhile
not knowing that we matter
not knowing that people care
always searching for them
but there's no one there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem