The battle rages on,
The fight fierce and strong.
No matter how much I want to break free,
The mask won't be removed by me.
I've tried and tried,
But only pieces make it through.
The pain has gotten worse,
Yet I've gotten to good at masking it.
Not even the ones I hold dear can see through it.
When will this act be put to rest? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem