I don't want to talk about it,
I don't want to speak,
It feels like everyone is running too far,
Running far and free,
I don't want to think about it,
Because I'll breakdown and cry,
And since I don't want to talk about it,
I won't tell you why.
I don't want to act happy,
I don't want to speak,
This isn't a secret,
But I won't tell,
This hurt is mine to keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very much reflective...brings out the the mute heaviness inside heart nicely...10