More will begin to feel the freedom,
Of what that means.
To be who they are.
Themselves as God intended.
Leaving behind,
The expense of impressions to make.
With a finding that to do,
A waste of time.
Trying to be accepted by others,
Imitating in masquerade to charade.
Seeking approval and validation.
From the ones most unhappy.
Living their lives 24/7.
In self deception mode.
Afraid to let go,
Of the cost of delusions to fulfill.
And kept addicting beliefs.
Followed to allow the existence of myths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem