sometimes the wish to be
you
is alluring,
as i look at myself
i see in you what
is missing
somehow you do no know
me
you are never interested
in what i am in what i feel
it is enough to make you
detestable
i put the real me in the sky
for i am too
is a star
be the sun
in that nearness
i shall be far and
unreachable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem