I look into the mirror
Someone else looks back
I try to smile
My smile starts to crack.
'What do you want? '
I try to ask
As I cry into
The looking glass.
'This horrible thing,
It cannot be me'
I tell myself
As I cry to sleep.
But even if I change
or if I flee
I cannot bare
His insanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem