You ask me what I'm thinking
but my thoughts are my own
Angry words inside
outside a gentle tone
you ask me what goes through my head
but my worries to myself I keep
my concepts I hold dear
my concerns are hidden inside deep
So I finally tell you what I wander
in this fragile skull
in this serene recollection
and you make fun of me with all
sorry you tell me with a laugh
the true apology you couldn't find
so now I'm completely done
telling you whats on my mind
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