seeing your face, beautiful as it is
will never be enough, to hide your scars.
scars that you show, when opening yourself,
showing everyone else; what’s within your shadows.
your face might be, something i want to see,
not only when you smile, not just once in a while.
But what’s your face, if it isn’t real.
The mask you’ll wear, while comfortable it feels
is not really you, so then, who really are you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem