You have yet not seen the best of me
My inner world, the beauty
The harmony, surrounding me
Where only I can be.
I create, I sing aloud with all my might
I shout sometimes on things
I cannot control or change.
I doubt and fear, wonder at things.
But that is my inner world.
Outside I am what you see.
A calm and composed
Picture of might all the while.
Smiling, felicitous as anybody can be
Inside me I am nothing close
To what you sense of me.
This, my dear is what
we have done to us
In anticipation
of what we should b! !
Let me give you the amenity.
The freedom to be.
You and the real me.
This I feel is yet to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem