Bluff it, feign it, stimulate it
I'm the pretender
My appearance hidden behind the mask.
Deceit and deception were always my friends.
Posing in my masquerade,
Actor in my pantomime
The writer, the editor, the lead, the producer.
The the curtain falls
Truth is revealed to all
I can quit the pretense
Be myself once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
once I went to th theater - and there actors put way many masks - it was great purifying impression! thank you! nice poem!