Looking glass, self clarity
I do not like what is before me.
Knowing yourself means seeing your flaws,
I am riddled!
Judgement lays before me
And I whip it on every flesh that I meet.
I remember a time of simplicity,
The world wore a mask, deceived me.
I pour on my persona like a fresh morning shower,
Put on the face that I have been programmed to wear
And play the game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very unique take. Nice in the way you've used your words to paint a solid picture. Thanks for sharing Kay