There are those filled to the brim,
With belief...
All they have to do is charade pretense,
And their masking faces will be accepted.
And there are the ones,
Quick to strip false butts to leave naked.
With a 'reading' made to fit!
And caring less of their pretentiousness.
'Are you ready to split?
My face has begun to crack.
And my extensive makeup,
Is beginning to embarrass and to drip.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem