Looking at the mirror on the wall,
Staring at my reflection
I see myself, alone and lost
In a world of perfection
I find that lonely, stone cold world
Filled with secrets and fears
They tumble out, as they are unfurled
Though my sadness remains masked for years
Then something from the outside punctures
And I crumble to the floor
There I remain, silent and still
And then I am no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem