You can see me,
but you don’t know me.
You know what I like,
but you don’t know me.
You know all my secrets,
but you don’t know me.
You control everything I do,
but you don’t know me.
You know everything about me,
but you don’t know me.
How can you know me,
when you can only see me through a mirror?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem