You don't know me, you can't see me.
You don't know the twisted thoughts.
You don't know the anger, adrenaline,
you don't know the fear,
because you don't know me!
You don't know the sadness,
you don't know the despair.
You don't know the pain, the secrets,
the solemn nights...so full of tears.
you don't know me!
Dancing around the subject,
careful to hide my slip.
If I remove the smile,
the mask I wear,
I might loose my step, and trip.
letting all pretense go, finding
where my memories flow
like lava they drip
and destroy all in its path.
Barren the heart
so engourged with wrath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem