When I look at you
through the wall of glass,
I want you to see me,
see through my mask.
The mask is for my own
protection, to hide from
the world, but I want
you to see me, see who I want to be.
I know it's hard,
the glass can create
illusions in your eyes,
but see who I am
with or without the glam
*08/03-12*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem