What i hide...
What i hide are things i put in my box.
My box is full...and spills out..
Into my empty words..sighs, and pains.
i don't hide much, but i hide alot.
I tell all, but i really tell nothing.
If anyone would look closer, they would see it.
See the empty feeling i feel when these empty words spill.
they are filled with meaning, but empty because they are ignored.
They are left, and i wont have anything left.
My secrets fleet into this box, but spill out from my sighs
and pains.
Secrets have no real gains.
They are meant to be unknown.
Yet they are longing for a home.
Hoping to be told.
Yet all i do is hold them in my box,
until they spill out in my empty words, sighs and pains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem