I think of all my problems, 
I think of all my pain.
I think of all my sorrows, 
until I go insane.
I think of all the smiles I've worn, 
which hides my weakness underneath.
No one seems to notice, 
that i go through so much grief.
My tears seem to keep flowing, 
inside my tierd eyes.
Each time I want to tell you, 
my words come out as lies.
These days i'm feeling distant, 
far away an weak.
My sadness pulls me further, 
from the happiness I seek.
I've just begun to realize, 
that my hopes and dreams are gone.
I'm walking down a dead-end road, 
with no desire to b strong.
I guess I am alone, 
with no one else but me.
Nothing else to feel, 
but the sorrows underneath.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    