He hides behind a mask,
the mask has a grumpy,
scary look to it.
Showing people everything he's not.
All you could see was his brown, scared eyes.
Those brown scared eyes, you wouldn't pick out.
Since no one ever looked up, why would they see him.
That angel that no one sees.
He acts like he doesn't care,
but I know he does.
And I love him for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem