First impressions on meeting me,
you will judge by what you see.
Before you is a happy face,
with sparkling eyes, glowing skin,
and a great big massive cheshire grin.
But look again and you wont believe,
my face is one big jigsaw piece.
For what i wear is just a masque,
I've even forgotten how to laugh.
My eyes do not sparkle.
My skin does not glow.
My face is full of sorrow,
that you will never know.
I wear my masque well....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem