Who is this monster I see reflecting at me feeling sick at the sight of my own appearance?
Heart ache voices covert the hush-hush of dejections scorn
Body frail weak moulded by stress, worry and poor health both physically and mentally reeling
Bad wiring, I guess short circuits blowing fuses popping like a light show in my brain
Laughing on the outside masked the dispirited soul peeling back the layers of despair hiding deep within
Springboards of seclusion obscure dark and endless thoughts travelling into the fog at 100 miles an hour
Unhappiness of the dreariness the anguish the mastermind of affliction
Tortured and deranged with sullenness blackouts come with the heaviness of being
Scrapping the barrel searching for the glimmer of hope to fill the void to go a day where I don't feel so bad
No longer wanting to be a metaphoric Frankenstein's beast, the monster I see reflecting at me
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I would like to translate this poem
very well written in a poetic manner, no one can write this amazing moment in a poem a part from a professional poet, used some surreal and magic reality form, excellent 10+++