I may speak another language
But I still know what you're saying
The words reverberate across your mouth
And play upon your tongue
You may read trite books with drawn out words
But I read raw emotions
As they swell over your body
I see the way you snarl
When you let out a torrent of torment
And cruel words meant for humor
I can tell you it isn't a pretty face
But in actual fact I can't tell you
Because I don't speak your messed up language