I can’t go on and pretend,
That after all I’m fine and okay,
I hate the stolen glances,
The awkward smiles and blushed faces,
The constant bickering and shared mocking,
I hate the blush that creeps onto my face,
When I ask you what,
And you just smile so stupidly saying nothing,
And I can’t pretend,
That after all I don’t see you blush,
Whenever I get tongue-tied and blame you for it,
But both of us denying it,
Does it make me selfish to hate the way you make me feel?
Can’t we pretend that we cannot feel?
I know you watch out for me,
Even when you do behind the scenes,
And I know you worry even when I grow quiet,
But loving you isn’t helping anyone,
And I’m tired of being in the dark,
I can’t go on and pretend,
That after all I’m fine and well,
I hate these stolen glances,
The awkward smiles and blushing faces,
I hate that I can’t tell you how much I care,
Because in the end I’ll never be good enough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem