The only thing that has kept me left,
From accepting false beliefs...
To make them mine to question,
Is observing those who perceive themselves...
To be normal and unaffected,
By realities few can ignore to detect.
Although some choose to do.
And with a doing of this the best they can,
To separate their multitude of dysfunctions...
From others who are professionally crazed.
As they get paid to ensure,
They can attract enough followers to keep them...
Amused by truth and effectively abused,
For purposes to remain entertained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem