In My Pocket Poem by Nica Ziemann

What's really in my pocket,
Behind this plastic smile?
Secrets, hidden thoughts and opinions?
Desires, knoweledge, stregnth?
Maybe I don't even know
What's really in my pocket

What's really in my pocket?
What's really on my mind?
Nobody bothers to ask me
And I son't bother to tell them

What's really in my pocket,
Behind seemingly constant joy?
Sorrow and saddness?
Emptiness, lonliness?
I will never tell