Sometimes we just don't understand
that maybe there is more at hand.
What we may believe isn't true
maybe life could hold something good for you.
Deception can kill all dreams and hope
if you decide to hang yourself with that rope.
We need to see things as they really are
and not shield ourselves from the burning tar.
Truth may become pain and its real
the sensation that burns is what you'll feel.
Please see me for who I am and respect my shine
and leave all deception far far behind.
Its difficult but it must happen to see
all that is and was, that makes me me.
Drop the rope before you hurt
just open your eyes so this effect can work.
See me for me and leave me as me
and maybe you can love me as me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem