On the inside
Notes are pleading to get out.
Beseeching me to free them
From the confinement of my mind.
On the outside
You tell me that you can’t concentrate
When I plunk the keys so loudly,
So I cannot play right now.
On the inside
My mind is flooded with emotion.
I want to yell at you for being so selfish.
I want to pour out my frustrations to my piano.
On the outside
I say ok and leave my seat and my song
And silently make my way to my room.
On the outside I’m submissive.
On the inside,
I wonder how long I can keep this hostility inside,
Before the dam that holds me back breaks
And all my frustrations flow free.
On the outside
I remain a servant to your will
And lie in wait for the moment that you leave
and I no longer have to hide my song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem