no one really understands,
what goes on,
inside a persons mind.
no one can tell,
what they are really feeling,
inside,
when they don't show it,
on the outside.
Too true. At best it is an inexact science, at least it provides unending innuendo... Rgds, Ivan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all wear masks Selina - and some of us hide what's underneath better than others. Autistic kids can't read faces at all but the rest of us still have to guess most of the time. This is a great subject for a poem and you have handled it very well. love, Allie xxxx