All you have is your soul,
In this world of little guarantees.
You'll find there is no one to believe,
Behind all the masks.
Once I trusted this brother of mine,
But I was trampled underfoot.
I looked into his lying eyes,
And I could no longer see myself.
I thought I knew him by heart,
Until shame stained his soul,
And hateful hate,
Became carved in sand.
The eyes of the world gazed at me,
Guised in my beautiful shame.
Faces and names are now meaningless,
I am myself once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem