You say you know me.
You think you do.
But you've forgotten;
I know how to lie.
You think you see through me.
I let you believe.
I'm transparent enough
that you think I can't lie.
I allow you to know
if my false lips hide a truth.
But my true mouth knows
the right words for a lie.
You see me alive.
You don't know that I'm dead.
You believe my heart beats,
Because I know how to lie.
You don't know what I need;
Someone to breathe for me.
I still go through motions of breath
as my final lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem