My reflection has many sides.
Though I have taken strides
To fight the forces deep inside
There are only some things I'm able to hide
Some traits I choose to show with pride
Others I've hidden or at least I've tried
My darkest thoughts come sneaking back
In my mind and soul attack
Like a bomber from Iraq
Slowly my image starts to crack
Looking around I know they see
All of my detainee
Rushing out like an angry sea
Can this really be the true me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem