My mind is a complex thing
It amazes me how many things I think
about within a day
I'm exploding everything out at once
Holding many things people won't ever
know
I'd bet that they'd be surprised if they
knew what I was thinking
Their faces say so much but not nearly
enough
There are questions they could ask but
my answers wouldn't be true
So then they're left guessing and questioning
Thinking and never knowing and a bit confused
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem