I hear from you and I'm impressed
The things you say give me a quake.
It makes me confused is that I feel.
My confidence is my calling card
My cheesy talks and charming smiles
An admirable trait people point out.
Than my voice falters and I forced to cry
I become impulsive to bypass bewilderment
Because I cannot be me around you.
I get angry and I am forthright.
But that cannot mean I'm cold.
So many emotions inside
I start to lose control.
When I find myself so fascinated by you
It also makes me all the more confused.
Then I try to divert from you
I begin to hate myself
Perhaps thus I may not like you.
Soon I slide back to a sensation
Of what it is to be without you?
Definitely I am truly confused
What I will be without you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem