Sometimes we cant imagined the things
that it used to be.It turns up something there
is still missing, in fact there is nothing.
Its full of denials, doubt, pretending and a mirror
of yours...
Whom made you a fool? yourself, its only you! !
Wake up from this foolishness before you let yourself
fooled by anybody or being fooled by yours.
But what if, for all the lies there is a truth that not yet
revealed.The question is, ..there is? ? ?
It turns me upside down, realizing it was all lies.
The actions, the words spoken even the thoughts
of you was a greatest ct of yours..
I don't know what to believed, when to believed...
Who is the real you? ? ? who are you? ? ?
Id rather you showed me the real you,
than pretending it wasn't you...mgm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem