My mind has a trick,
It plays on me.
I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
Fat thighs.
Dirty lies.
Belly rolls.
Impure souls.
Big arms.
Broken charms.
Cracked picture,
A reflection.
All I see,
Imperfection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely written
thank you