And every time I see the scenery change around me 
it makes me think
what part of me hiding from your silent judgment 
it whispers, trailing around me 
but in these spaces 
they echo the same
as my thoughts do 
in times when doubt fills my lungs
and feeds my heart lies 
capable of breaking it                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    