My heart is cut open
Can’t you see through my disguise?
No kiss or jagged needle
Could cut through my lies
You make me into what you wanted
And I change to fit the mold
But beneath my fitted smile
Are the stories untold
You ask not what my heart says
Or what my mind wants to speak
You think you have figured me out
But darling, my soul runs deep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem