I’m tired of this masquerade,
This living of a lie.
I must confess,
Lift this weight off my chest.
I’m a fool, a fraud, a sham.
I’m hiding behind a forever-grinning mask,
That’s only pretty at first glance.
Look underneath my clever disguise,
Do you like what you see?
The scars so deep,
Leaving me disfigured.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem