We all have our Secrets
Harbored deep inside,
Dark, profound secrets
Of disturbing thoughts
That we must hide.
The mind, our personalities
Are complicated partners
That we, ourselves
Don't fully understand,
Even control.
We all wear masks
To hide our cracks
When others are around,
We exercise control.
But once let lose
What horrors can we do?
It seems so strange
That he who plants
The red rose of love
And the white rose
Of peace,
Could one day,
If they lose control
Over their mind,
Become a killer, too.
The mind is fragile
So take care,
Adorn it with,
Good feelings,
And much love,
Is the best,
That we can do.
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I would like to translate this poem
Ah our Secrets are out because of you hahaha - everyone wears an invisible mask. Well said