Many people look into mirrors
simply to find answers
and the only answer a mirror can answer is
'how do i look today? '
Then people try to look deeper
deeper into an object with only a surface
then that's all they begin to care about
taken in by vanity
Most people became obsessed with their looks
became self centered
but not this man
I got tired of only seeing the surface
So tired
so angry
then the mirror shattered when I snapped
the red warmth of freedom flowing from my hand
I closed my eyes
ignoring the world
taking in the pain
realizing who I really am!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You chaned the mirror into a lamp.