When people have become offended,
By the hearing of the truth.
And they do the best they can,
To go out of their way to remain deluded.
There is much more than denial,
Going on in their heads...
That a few loose ends needing mending,
Could be the beginning...
Of a mental healing for them.
However...
I've been told,
What is seen isn't always to be believed.
And the many people who appear to be nuts,
Are actually lovers of Halloween.
With a holding onto their portrayals,
Convincingly celebrated day in and night...
And all year round.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem