She thinks
her friends
only understand
what she understands.
She can't tell them
the truth
because they wouldn't
comprehend.
They know everything
anyway,
So she keeps thinking
to herself.
Everyone sits in silence,
sip tea,
and wonder
why she is
so damn stupid
to be
duped by Cupid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this tea time or a cold war spy ring, we put on clever smiles and act ourselves the parts just to keep the happy applauds, we show the audience what's on stage because they have no desire to see what's behind.
Thanks for your interesting take on the situation, Kevin.