you are into this party of
masks and concealment
unaccustomed to this crowd
and perhaps unprepared to
something strange and new
you are the only one who wears
your own face, unconcealed and
they all look at you
with mockery and even contempt
why you are you in this party
where everything is concealed
to get more fun and without
any responsibility no attachment
no past, and perhaps no future too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem