How do you know its time once more
To shed the sadness you once wore?
How can I tell its time to see
All of which is in front of me?
When is it okay to see the light
when all you've known was in the night?
When is it okay to trust
To not have to to worry dusk to dusk?
What do you do to hide the fact
That your personality is cracked?
What do you say when people ask
for you to come out from behind your mask?
Who do you turn to
When you feel your time is due?
Who can you turn to before you're done
When you feel you have no one?
Why do I have these thoughts of gloom,
Thoughts of me inside a tomb?
Why cant I seem to see the day
When 'I am happy' I can honestly say?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and thought provoking. Thanks for sharing.