notoriety
speaks ill of
the truth
in internalizes
and mimics the truth
to give
the best show for
the audience
nice performance
the audience stands and
claps
the sounds of fame rebounds
in every wall
the praises in bouquets
of assorted flowers
the clown takes off its masks
showing a scarred face
the truth of sorrows
now it is saving itself from
disgrace
goes off the stage
takes the other exit door
and when alone
it laughs the hardest
saying to himself
' how stupid, how foolish
these shallow people are! ! ! '
and so it had chosen
a life all alone
true to himself, bared and
exposed
only to his mirror...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem