Don't look behind my thin veneer
Or you will see me hiding here
Bared to the world I cannot be
Never can I let all others see
The cold, dark evil monster thing
Awaiting to outward insanity fling
So I cower beneath a pitiful shell
And not a soul to confront my hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, a tortured mind. If this is not the produce of an imaginative mind you need to seek help. All the same it is well written. Flows beautifully.