Torn apart between me and my family
torn, like a paper split into two
want freedom on one hand
and family on the other
choosing family over freedom
and motivated by fear
'cause i'm afraid of getting shun
I fake my identity
No one knows the real me
The actual me
Everyone knows my fake identity
For i have wear a mask
a mask that must be seen by everyone
a mask of beauty and elegance
a mask to hide my real identity
a mask to hide who i am
'cause i am an apostate
an apostate in the closate
A mask to hide real identity. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
............nicely written...families are the best...