Will you tell me now?
No? Fine.
We'll stay in this silence then.
Does the screaming start now?
I almost think that'll be better.
Better than this, at least.
By far it'll be better, I'm sure.
Maybe then I'll understand.
How could you do this to us?
Just be glad they don't see.
It would tear their hearts apart
Knowing you aren't happy.
It kills me every day
I see you not speaking.
It kills me to know
You don't trust me enough
To tell me the truth.
So what did he do?
What caused this
On again, off again mess?
One day you can't even be
In the same room as he,
And the next day we're all happy.
Or maybe you have a little
Itty
Bitty
FIght
And that's it. Nothing more.
But it's something significant
Nonetheless.
Face it.
I see it.
You can't keep hiding.
You never really could.
I know that something's up.
But what?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Commendable narrative....good structural movement throughout...Happy New Year ~FjR~