Angry?
Don't be foolish.
Why would I be angry?
Of course I'm not angry.
I don't know why you would even think that of me.
Do I look like the kind that would mind,
Someone stealing my ideas and concepts...
To claim them as their own?
'To be honest...
I really wouldn't know.
Every time I've seen you,
You've had that laughing mask on...
Covering your face from the day we met.'
Well...
Maybe you are right.
I hadn't thought about that.
I should have worded the question differently.
Does my 'voice' sound as if I would be the kind,
That would mind someone stealing my ideas and concepts...
To claim them as their own?
'No not at all.
But I do wonder why,
Your fists stayed balled up the way they do?
Is that normal?
Were you born that way? '
No.
It's my way of processing thoughts.
My doctor says it is a nervous condition.
Don't let it bother you.
I'm taking medication.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem