Hey,
I didn't invent the truth.
So don't accuse me,
Of abusing your realities.
Many have been deluded all their lives.
And that is unfortunate.
I guess to them...
They perceive me as a demon sent!
But I am not the one,
Deceiving them with fantasies.
Nor am I a creditor...
Awaiting payment to sustain,
Their quality of life obtained...
By the best lies they to each other have told!
I like to believe the breath I breathe,
Is not a concept of someone's perception.
Easy to be altered,
When change is the convenience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem