When I'm afraid that you are me;
Afraid there's been a change, you see
Or else I worry that I will
Change into someone more surreal.
I get confused when I see my name
Beside another's picture frame;
Or within a window, on the net-
Not sure whose message who will get.
A slight dyslexia, I believe
Has made my brain into a sieve:
It only holds a few cc's
Of anything you'd care to leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem