Lies, lies, lies!
I’m sick of the
Optimism.
I’m tired of the
Masks.
Open your eyes
And see the inferno
Before you.
Clearly, it’s reality.
Don’t you love how
Nothing is ever
What it seems?
Nothing is ever what it could be-
What it should be.
And even more importantly,
Nothing
Is ever meant to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem