This mind I have
Is falling apart
And those around me
Don't even know.
They try and try
To figure out
Why my mind
Is falling apart.
Though they try
They never see
The reason's as plain
As a bumblebee.
What worries me
Is what they see
And what they see
Is not really me.
The one they see
Is the one that I want
To be shown
To them upfront.
And now they know
I'll take a bow
And throw my mask
Into the crowd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thief That Was My Poem (ok our poem, but i did help)