I'm not used to showing what I feel,
Perhaps you wouldn't have felt the same,
And it's just another word,
Who cares if it drives me insane?
I'm not used to showing what I feel,
Perhaps you wouldn't have declared,
And don't people expect from others,
What those people expect from themselves.
I'm not used to showing what I feel,
And it does make me mad,
I keep fighting with myself,
Would it have been better if I'd just dared...
But I ain't used to it, I can't help!
You might even ask me why,
Because my retorts can ruin bonds,
And even if I react, you might ignore...
Thus, I'm not used showing, I wear a mask,
A mask of smiles, it's a tiresome task,
But I haven't removed my mask for long,
The last time, things had gone wrong...
So yeah, I'm not used to showing what I feel,
Perhaps even if I show, you wouldn't see,
So lets pretend like I do not care,
Lets just say 'it's a part of me...'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem