I wish you would see me for who i am and what i have done
Not that imposter in the mirror, she is not the one.
I have the scars and i've held in the pain
I'm the one, who cries in the rain.
No she can't be me, there is no way
She is just the mocking reflection i see everyday.
It's just my wish for you to see the real me
And not that mask i wish to set free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem