Do you know me?
You say you do,
But do you really?
They say eyes tell the truth behind the lie.
Can you read mine,
Or do you lie?
You say you care,
but you watch me die.
Should I believe you care,
and give myself fasle hope?
Or should i tell myself the truth
And just give up?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Acceptance in truth does not need to lead to depression. Infact one should be happy that can see past a lie. The question is not whether you accept or not but how can you fix it. In personal side note I should tell you I have been down this road. And it doesn't always end well. Especially if the lie is to manipulate someone who loves you. Which happen to me. And I lashed out in anger. I called her on it. And suddenly she no longer speaks to me, If you can past that theirs is a slim chance you'll lose him. Then you don't have to continue living in denile.