Is it possible to see the real me?
Maybe it's possible but a difficult task
Behind these walls you cannot see
For I have many faces that wear a mask
Something that serves to conceal
A disguise to protect from danger
Changing the appearance of what's real
From those I know to a stranger
Small in size I feel
But my feelings are immense
Myself, I trying to heal
None of which makes sense
I cannot promise to let you in
For my masks are my weapon
It is I that I defend
Emotionally It is my protection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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