At the watering hole, they hide their flaws.
through money and clothes that cover the raw.
Sitting in silence, thoughts of how they look.
and what was the first impression people took.
but how of you can it be what they care
when just like you, they worry more of their hair.
A sunbath as to get noticed you try
but occupied with themselves, they walk by..
I bet if you noticed someone but you.
maybe they would then notice you too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem