They frolic about like fawn,
They flit about like fairy,
They rule the room,
They burn the air –
But where are they?
They mask their faces,
They paint their eyes,
They flaunt their bodies
Their laughter holds cries.
But what are they?
They want to sing like Hannah Montana,
They want to look like Barbie dolls,
They want to be Vampire novel heroines,
Even though reality beckons and tolls.
But who are they?
I don’t know
And they don’t know;
It’s all such a terrible mess.
They stain their innocence like dirt the snow
And don’t even know, they don’t even know
How they’ve given a silly masquerade fest.
They hide their faces behind a show
Of flaunting musicals and false glee
To portray to the world someone else,
Shouting, “This is me! This is me! This is me! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem