I look at you and see beauty, I touch you and feel perfection.
you are what my stories call a 'unicorn'
one of a kind, the last of it's own
You look at me and say you see beauty,
but you are fooled by my mask
you feel me and think you feel perfection,
but you're tricked by obsession
I am what my stories call a 'monster'
pure evil, and full of disgust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem