I bottle all my hurt inside, 
i guess I'm just a living lie. 
Inside my mind each day i die,  
what can bring me back to life? 
Easy to hide. Hard to show. 
Am I hurt. You'll never know.
What's inside? The deepest pain.
 Little knowledge. Never gained. 
2/24/12                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    