Nervous?
Me? Never.
Excited?
Me? Nah
Bored?
Me? Of course not.
That all a lie
All a front.
A wall to show you
I can be stable
with out a chair
to lean on.
With our a rock
to hold onto.
There’s my one little lie.
My front.
My wall
Its all for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem