Though actions speak louder than words,
Your not reading mine right.
Nothing seems to be right anymore.
I've tired my best, to fix it all.
The hits, why yes sir, they burise but never last.
The memories though, they replay over over.
My body and voice screams I cant do this anymore.
My heart says something different.
My mind is yet, confused again.
You continued to tell me you do it out of anger.
You never mean what You do.
Your actions speak otherwise dear.
As I read them so clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem