Do you
know me?
(Slip in and)
out of
So many facades,
Names that I barely remember
now.
It seems so long ago,
it is so long ago.
when I was still young and
ignorant.
(Insolent, pronounced with a slip of the tongue,
a flick
the word that ends
with an absolute full stop.)
Spit it out,
twisted and distorted,
crushed by word(lessness)
It is no longer mine.
A change, a twist,
yet another name,
another jill, another jane.
Another day of Rain.
Rainy Days,
yet another cliché
yet another name with hopes of
sophistication.
creation.
(Face it, Sweetheart
there are others who share such
a name)
(she told me she hated it
it reminded her of
too many things
too many people)
In the end, no one, no longer
knows
who
i
really
am.
(All you see are flaws.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem