The clouds they hover over me sheltering me from the sun
bits of moisture trapped wanting to be felt caught in reality.
Covered in scars they become invisible to society. We are
so much more than what you see. There is a mystery behind
us all. We call out for help but no one hears. Our voices are
being to fade away until all we are is but a simple object in the
way of humanity. When we can be so much so much to offer
the world but to afraid to show who we are we hide behind secret identity's illusions of what the world wants us to be. We are simply actors reality our script society our director humanity our stage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many people with masks on today