Maybe it's time
That I open up, and try to say something.
But understand that I am a man with great knowledge,
but less words.
My feelings I cannot explain, and when I try
I feel that you shreds them to pieces that doesn't matter.
And then you just push my down and far away from you.
And I sit there, and I wonder:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem