They think I don't know
They think I'm not aware
They probably think I wouldn't care.
I take everything quite seriously
I do care
I may know more than they
I see things that aren't clear
I can't make sense of them.
They just sit there
They bare those things,
That make them swear
They seem as if they don't care.
I don't see how they do it
I can't hold it there
I try not to swear
I feel like they are always there
I wish they don't come as a pair.
They are too much to bare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem