Nobody knows the real me.
I’m a false person,
With a false body and face.
With false eyes.
And a tongue you can’t trust.
I wear two false fronts,
Just in case.
Only my mother knows me,
But I’m thinking of someone else.
I have two or more faces,
All looking at you.
I display contradicting expressions.
Which is real?
And is that one the real me?
I don’t let people get close,
I get close to them.
I don’t give straight answers,
My questionnaire is curvy.
If I told you,
Everything I’ve said is the truth-
But I’m a liar.
Does that make everything I’ve said wrong?
But prove I don’t lie.
Or is all that I’ve said right,
And I’m still a liar?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem