Spies the lies of fools.
Can't see past her own fingertips.
but why does she cry?
inspired, but tired.
crawling but falling.
those that know only show when they want her to care.
is it all just a show.
the entertainer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i don't remember seeing this one ever before. and i like it a lot. /can relate.