We keep going
round and round
in circles
Never quite saying
what we really
intend to say
Or what we’ve been
meaning to say
to each other
for ages and ages
You know:
Having that frank discussion
Making that bold decision
to let it all hang out
Wash our dirty linen
Expose our gut feelings
Admit to our mutual dislike
Of each other
Or, at least our partial distrust
We resist saying what we actually mean
Perhaps, it’s because we lack the courage
to speak the truth in the first place
Whatever it is
Instead
we’re like the majority of humanity:
Who’ll easily swallow its pride
Say one thing,
but mean another
Shake hands, smile. be hypocritical
And, not say
what it is
it actually means to say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem