If I could write a poem
Of how I felt inside,
It would not go like this
I've too much and too little pride,
To speak of myself
In such low terms;
No paper can know
For it will burn.
So, I write a poem
Of how I feel about
What I feel inside
And I find myself not feeling.
What is there I have to hide?
What is there I have to hide,
But myself from me?
I do not want to see
Because who I was
Is who I'm not
and who I'll be
Is not me.
How I truly feel about
What I feel inside,
Is that I truly cannot feel
Enough to reside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, I love that you change the stride in your rhyme and your questioning yourself is what makes this poems subject matter flow so nice.