it is like a picture
of me
smooth, colored and edited
but it becomes too unlike me
deep inside
i am chalk and charcoal
with some fuzzy fleas
crawling inside the locks of my hair
searching for answers
it is like converting something so obvious
into something too hazy
because it becomes more real
something felt
away from something only thought of
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem