This key unlocks
an old dusty box
a walk down memory lane
As letters are read
the same things were said
time and... time again
Not only from you
from other ones too
It seems I AM quite insane
Never a confider,
always an outsider,
constantly against the grain.
Though very well spoken
I'm impossible to open
deep thoughts I seem to retain
It takes a short while
for you to see me smile
my laughter is hard to contain
but it's all a facade
an endless charade
to mask the feelings of pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem