Rhyming words with feeling. Writing things you're not believing. Expression of the mind. Writing all the time. Wishing they would care. Knowing they're not here. Screaming for attention. Just to get detention. Writing poetry, releases everything. Until somebody finds, your elicit rhymes. Then you get angry. Because only now they care. You want them to leave you alone. Because they're not really there. You continue to write. But only in fear and fright. Only it's ok, to feel the way you do today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem