I see two sides...
One side say...
Why wish to be someone else
when you could be better being yourself
You don't need to pretend to be someone you're not
you have something that they haven't got.
Living in the life of another is a mistake
Its like a masquerade, nothing more than a fake.
Yes, you're not perfect but you're grateful.
Real people don't need anything to be beautiful
And then the other side say...
Being real and unique is a disease
And I know you don't like to be tease
Being yourself will make you fool,
Trust me, being the way they want will make you cool.
Being different is embarrassing
I don't like you to feel like a bad thing.
You do have to maintain your perfect image
or else you will be damage.
...
Which one should I be?
Only one should stay on my side
But I can't decide.
I feel, I needed them both.
When I looked in the mirror
There's no image at all.
Just a broken pieces of my soul
I should have known what I have done.
Its too late to realized.
I've gone to far...
I will never be me...
Just a BROKEN IMAGE!
Too late to realized...
BROKEN IMAGE I prioritize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem