The poker face they said I had put on
was nothing like my mood, and soon was gone
so why did I feel guilty at the time?
about this poker face that's really mine
I cannot help the way my face reflects
the moods and episodes that life affects
so I'll just go along with a face like thunder
and travel through life from blunder to blunder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem