I am a man.
a man of many faces
faces that change
and faces that don't.
but one part that doesn't change,
is that I can't hate.
my hate is gone
torn away by my personality.
I am a man if many faces,
but I mask away most of the emotions.
I am depressed a little
happy a little, and plain sad.
my faces change like clothes.
my emotions change like a movie
the images fly past at light speed.
but the things that will never change are the things that count.
my face shows love for you.
love for my friends,
and love for everyone.
whether you are nice or mean, in my mid you are loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem