Every day I latch my rage
Behind a bulletproof grin
I've played the role of being nice
When my mind is in a tailspin
At work, I try to keep some reason
But I'm chewing on the threads
Always rehearsing my existence
Yet I always adlib fresh dread
You can kick me like a can
But you can't crush a broken man
Yeah
If you cannot hear me screaming
it's because that I've got no mouth
my bibles napping in a furnace
and my prides lying down on the couch
Dodging social scenes and landmines
I stumble to try and find daylight
But I never find the right key
And instead I'm a creature of the night
You can burn me at the stake
But then I will be a star and you'll still be fake
Yeah
I have got no mouth- - -rich poetic symbol..much to ponder on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel the same way. I'll prove that if you read America, the Beautiful and A Brief History