Your world within
Is different from the world you show out.
The neverending maze of your thoughts that want to shout out.
Kept hidden in a nice little pile.
Being quiet is more your style.
Analysing till you are blue in your face.
What could go wrong?
You are just all over the place.
Inside you are a complete mess.
Outside no one would know,
You keep things tightly to your chest.
Afraid to reveal your true self.
Times flying by, we are all being left on the shelf.
Close your eyes, count to three
And just be!
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem