Can you hear me?
Yelling turn away.
Can you touch me?
My heart is made of clay.
Can you feel me?
Shivering through the night.
Can you see me?
See me full of fright.
Do you know me?
I'm scared to death.
What if I'm not good enough
To take that step.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem