Had forgotten what this felt like
In real time and not just memory
With no one left in this world
Who even tried to see the real me
People see who they imagine
To fit into their own needs
Until reality surfaces
Then it's time to leave
I am not who they are betting on
Neither all I hope to be
These days only preparing for
What will help my son and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem