Sometimes I can't tell
I can't tell where my fantasies begin to take over my severely less glamorous reality
It's so hard to pull apart the layers
Layers of my life
Like paint, covering paint, sticking to more paint
They begin to mix and confuse themselves
Losing their original colors and meanings
Trying to redefine the most permanent parts of who they are
They mix into something I do and also don't want
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem