I just wrote this off of the top of my head.
It has to do with all of us having to 'wear' a certain
face when we really don't want to express what we are feeling.
Somedays I wear a face that is glad,
on down days I wear a gloomy face that is sad,
when someone or something ticks me off my mood changes
my smiling face turns nasty because I am mad.
At best I share many a-kinds of out-look pertaining
to these faces,
depending on the mood, and the area,
where I react
within these different kinds of places.
To say, like, when I am in a really big crowd,
not many people will pay attention
if I got loud,
sometimes I stop myself from crying
in public because I am too proud.
I prefer my life to be serene,
my face changes again
when I come across a person who is deceitful and mean.
I can admit,
I know I normally have faces of two,
do yah think maybe there's a good chance
I have just spoke up for you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem