( translation of the previous writing -Khyaal) Why do I think so much? Why do thoughts flood my mind as such? A tiny matter, a fleeting start, And my racing thoughts begin to dart. I can’t say, I can’t explain, In silence, I endure the pain. If someone asks, “What’s wrong with you?” My tears reveal what words can’t do. When will this habit fade away? I search for answers but lose my way. A thousand thoughts, I quietly bear, While smiling for the world out there. It’s true, we laugh before the crowd, But tears at night scream out loud. How much sorrow hides inside, Only the pillows know where we confide. So much laughter the world may see, Yet nights are tales of misery. When will these thoughts finally cease? Perhaps when I rest in eternal peace.