You don’t know,
Of who I am, or what I am.
You have no clue of what I do.
And this I surely know.
You do not know,
That the tears are mine
Of when I’m alone,
Or that I dream of things that I have never unknown.
You don’t know me.
And I believe you never will.
You do not really know me,
This girl you call Nicole.
Your mouth is moving,
And yet you still don’t know.
You do not know
That I vision to some day fly,
Or that every night I sing up toward the stary sky.
You still don’t understand me.
And I suppose you Never will.
You say so many things
And yet they’re not all true.
You say you know me so
But it’s still so untrue.
I rest my case,
And that is this.
Those words must be replaced.
With 'I don’t know you,
And I guess I never will.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem