These aren't tears glistening on my eyelashes
No!
They're sequins, or Christmas lights sparkling.
My shoulders, shaking?
But that was simply laughter - I was never sobbing.
You must have seen that girl who pretends
to be me.
She's always hanging around with a downcast mouth
and glistening eyes.
But of course you know she's just an impostor.
You know this inanely grinning mask
Is the Real Deal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem