I'm overthinking,
tired of endless waiting,
about to blow up.
Even my mom sees it.
She starts some cutting remark
only to pull it back.
Me: "Argh! I have this ANGER, just below the surface."
My brother: "Uhh, it's not THAT far below the surface."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God knows what will happen, when it comes out above the surface!