There are those who have identities,
And have known themselves so well...
They at times offend others,
Who have been given a perception...
Of an image that conflicts with their beliefs.
To leave the person they finally meet,
After never having met before...
Disappointing their expectations.
'I thought you would be someone different? '
~Really?
I wish I knew who you had spoken to.
I'm sure they were as close to me,
As a passerby on the street.
Or flourishing an embellishment.
It would have given me more time to rehearse,
That person you believed you would meet.~
'I know.
At least I would have had more time,
To re-act appropriately.'
~You're doing fine.
Perhaps with conversation,
I can assist in eliminating your confusion.
We can try that if you wish? ~
'Okay.
Say something sarcastic.'
~To you about you or just in general?
Now I am confused.
Do you wish to know 'me'?
Or just be entertained? ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem