I have worn this mask for so long.
Maybe it's a part of my face now.
It feels like it.
I don't know—
I don't know what it looks like under
This mask.
I am taking it off day by day,
Finding things about myself I never knew before,
Seeing my true face for—
For what feels like the first time.
Seeing who I am again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It must be tough and taken slowly and thoughtfully day-by-day. Keep putting its in poetry or other writing, it may help.5*