They don't when your petals fall off your flower
they don't know that you bear the shame of the cower
they don't know your in the dark room
they don't know you feel like you can't bloom
they don't know the way it hurt
they don't know that sometimes you feel like dirt
they don't know the way you cry
they don't know how you think its always a lie
they don't know how it feels to be silent
they don't know that sometimes it gets violent
they didn't know they could cause that much pain.
Well now they do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem