There are those who have chosen,
To go out of their way...
With a doing kept believed,
To pick on someone else they perceive...
They can degrade to decrease,
Insecurities they have to momentarily cease.
Insecurities they keep deep inside felt protected.
To later discover they are the ones to be made fools.
By the ones who have done deeds,
Documented to leave and speak for themselves.
Regardless who flaunts a false sense of self.
'I feel so stupid.
So ignorant I feel to now show this exposed.'
~Okay.
Is there any one particular reason you feel this way?
Or does this feeling re-occur...
With it felt it might stay? ~
'I don't know.
That depends on where I've shown it.
And to who or 'whom' has known it.
Embarrassed I feel and I don't know what to do.'
~Oh.
So you're admitting this feeling isn't 'normal' for you?
I've seen you being stupid,
But I thought you were accustomed to the doing of it.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a great poem. I loved it.