I love the rain,
For it hides my tears.
I love the thunder,
For it hides my screams.
I love the dark,
For it hides the light I should face.
I love the blood,
That runs down my body,
For it hides the real pain from inside.
I love the emptiness I feel,
From when I don't eat,
For it hides the pains from the outside.
I love the lies,
For they hide my truths.
I love the aloneness,
For it hides what I know I need to survive.
I love the clothes and the make up,
For it hides the defective, incomplete, me.
I love the magazines, the stars and the TVs,
For they remind me why I do this.
I love the scales and the mirrors,
For they remind me that I'm not yet good enough.
I love the way that love and hate are so different,
That they have now come full circle.
They are the same to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very strong poem, I think it will mean a lot to a lot of people. I would say this is the best of your poems thus far though I think all of your work is excellent and deep. Keep up the good work. Martin