I Answer Poem by Helen Vorst

Whatever you say - i take it,
Whenever you smile - i answer,
And if that song will not remind me.
I even will not have to lie:

It's ok -
Cynical heart is also painted in red.
It's ok -
Having severe mind is not too bad.

I do not care anymore,
For i ended up in peace my every war.
You've never seen a girl of this kind
No envy, no regrets. I'm almost saint.

It's ok -
Like someone steps on my leg in an overcrowded bus.
It's ok -
Like getting rid of bad habit I learn not to use 'we' and 'us'.