Im as pretty as the mask I wear.
Who disguises all my pain.
My smile once so perfect.
Gone because of shame.
I'll look in the mirror.
Expecting something else.
Seeing a monster.
Instead of myself.
My smile is broken.
My laugh is full of lies.
The spark that I had.
Vanished from my eyes.
I put on my makeup.
Hiding beneath the black.
A showdow of the dark.
That refuses to come back.
The little girl I was.
Who never saw wrong.
Who always felt beautiful.
Sang her last song.
Nothing left is here.
Nobody is my name.
Lost of all hope.
From the weapon of pain.
Im an imperfect mess.
A disastor with a smile.
A flaw is what I am.
Just living in denial.
Im an uninspiring beauty.
A wilted rose.
A once so pretty flower.
Who died of lifes woes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That mirror can be a hang-up for many. Though there are silver linings to every cloud of darkness.