In the mirror, that’s me.
It doesn’t feel like me.
It feels like a mask.
No one wants to look at me.
I hide behind myself so I don’t have to face the world.
I can hear myself screaming,
In my mind,
Eating away at my bones.
Just so I don’t have to face anything,
Love, hate, or fear.
Soon there will be no one left inside,
I’ll be a shell.
Looking into the mirror.
A mask,
A face,
Nothing more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the inside can be different from the outside. often people represent what they are not inside, by figuratively wearing masks so that they can be accepted in the society. a well penned verse.