Throughout your life you have made errors.
And the steps you have taken are not mistake free.
You act as if you aren't bothered by criticisms.
With a listening you do to them,
To tolerate with incredible disbelief.
As if you are soliciting to be the center of critique.
Why?
'I use to think it a benefit to hide my flaws.
Like many others who pretend them not to exist.
But then one day I sought others who were authentic.
And few were genuine,
Enabling me to see this with a swift quickness.
So I decided not to masquerade my blemishes.
With a hope and faith one day to benefit.'
Has it?
'Not yet.
But hopefully I am blessed with lots of time left.
And since I've accepted myself,
It doesn't matter to me who prefers to charade.
These days I only seek,
Only one who is done with a faking...
I know isn't real for me to feel.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem