As I stare in the mirror face to face I see that there is two sides of me there is one side where there is an innocence little boy hurting inside waiting for someone to come and lift him off his feet. But there is the boy curling up and hiding his talent, but this boy is nervous and scared and he is shy. But there is the second side of him where he’s psychopath ready to kill and destroy all living thing where he doesn’t care for any one or any thing, but he doesn’t know it is him that he has two sides so he only has two sides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem that reveal more with every reading of the poet's soul.