I am of no importance
I am the one behind the scenes
You see what I want you to see
The scars are hidden by this illusion
You on the other hand....
You are pure
You are important
You draw back the shade
I am vulnerable
The scars are shown
The scars begin to heal....
I am the one behind the scenes
You reveled me
You don't see what I want you to see
The illusion has faded
I love you....
I am complete
You nused my scars
You walked away
The confusion sets
You never cared
Pain is all I feel
New wounds appear over the scars
I feel used
You never loved me
The shade is drawn..................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I honestly love all your poems, but this one takes the cake. I love the medaphor with the shade being drawn. I just love it