Too much to hold, 
like wet soap, 
happiness slips right through.
Positive energy glows, 
negative radiation
attracts me like a moth, 
and suffocates me
like a chloroformed cloth.
Walkin' thru the crowd, 
a beautiful smile, 
is camoflaged by ignorant scowls.
Hope has a flag, 
fear is holding a noose, 
I wringle, I strain
and I flag.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Good stuff!