No one can keep pretending,
What they could have been...
Or should have been with a wanting to be,
If they kept it make believed...
Forever.
There is no forever that protects a mind fictioned.
No one is that clever to keep truth deceived,
Without their true identity eventually revealed...
For everyone to see,
They have been pretending to make believe.
And this is felt to feel by everyone when done,
As a nonfictrion comes to uncover one's dramatics.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem