It’s the light in your eyes,
That create this disguise,
Within that disguise,
There’s a darkness that hides,
So when in a crowd,
You create your masquerade,
To fit all that they want,
But once they see,
Through the mask you put up,
They will make a scene,
For everyone to see,
With the speculation on,
Your tears begin to fall,
You run to hide,
So no one can decide,
That the fate you chose,
Is one of defeat.
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I would like to translate this poem
Woah sublime! I noted tge cryptic feelings expressed so poetically here. All disguise n masquerade, words which embellish this wonder poem about sb.u write in an appealing way. Kudos. Pls do review my latest poem too.