I can see through you,
Like you are clean glass.
Truth makes you visable,
And worth my time.
Since I can't see anything,
But the wall behind you,
I don't stop to chat,
Or to say 'Hello',
Because I know everything you say,
Is a filthy lie.
Lies are what make you not worthy of being seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how you compared things!