I bury this face under sheets so it's hidden in darkness
I like pretending I'm blind to the truth
It makes me feel better
As sometimes you want to hear a beautiful lie
If it stops you from entirely breaking
But it's getting to a point
Where even the light seems obscure
I'm damaged and defective
I forfeit my sanctity
I've misplaced my love
I've forgotten how to feel about it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem