Why do I write poems,
To tell you how I feel?
Why is this all so hard,
Why can’t I just be real?
I have to write my feelings
On my little piece of paper
Cuz if I told you this in person,
The girl inside, you’d hate her.
I hate these stupid love poems
Cuz I hide beneath their pages,
They’ll never let me tell you,
That I’ve cared for you for ages.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem