False smiles and glitter, hiding the pain,
covering the struggle, again and again,
behind the glass, lies a world unknown
window dressing, tricky zone.
Onlookers may see, but never quite know,
the hurt that lies beneath the show.
a facade so perfect, but inside a mess,
window dressing, hiding distress.
A lonely soul, with no one to confide,
lost in a world, where emotions hide.
the storefront is just a curtain, a front,
window dressing, a lifeless stunt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem