Pasting a picture of self over reality, hiding behind
it, wanting to pretend that I'm not really here right
now, hoping it will work, but not really counting on it.
Reality bites so hard it's difficult to pretend even
with such a great imagination to keep self writing all
the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pretension a temporary process only, it can never hide the truth...... so very right