around people im fake
but in the mirror im bare
doing what it will take
for you to not notice or stare
well we're not all a make
we're all different i think thats fair
if you dont like me then burn me at the stake
so you can all look and glare
but on top of it all
i will come through
standing up tall
not hateing or lothing, but thanking you
for making me bare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem