If I represented myself,
To be 'that' which I was not.
With an impressive resume,
Presented with nothing but lies...
From the beginning until those lies stopped.
And if I adopted,
Another name to claim with a synonym...
Symbolic but not with proof to drop.
Would I be more appreciated,
Like those who have obtained notoriety...
By being thieves who deceive,
And success achieve?
To be praised and raised to the top like cream?
Or does an honesty people say they wish,
Is only reserved for their close relationships?
To have them 'end' and many very quickly,
Because of a dishonesty revealed they will not permit.
But yet...
Living a lie and deceiving like spies,
To those closer to them but hide behind disguises.
And people accept this as if addicted,
To say how hard they try to do the right thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem