Behind this laughing smile and these happy eyes
Dwells another person who creates the lies
Behind this energy and the constant want to help
Lies a Miserable person, no more than a whelp
Behind this child, so young, innocent, and carefree
There is a tormented soul who is the true me
Behind this mask of happiness that is so plain
I wear only more masks of horror and pain
Behind this woman that comforts fears
Is a child that cries blood red tears
Behind this flawless mask where none can see
Although happy I seem, am tortured for eternity
Behind the laughs I have uttered, none that are mine
The only sound is when the mask breaks and I freely cry
Many I have gone to trying to be saved
But all of them in the end have turned me away
Never again shall I dare utter a word of death
Because never again shall I have a true friend
Nor never again shall I try to find love
Never again will I wish to go to heaven above
Never again will I take my mask off to see
And never again will I let anyone know the true me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem