It’s a wonder you cannot see
You cannot see that I can see
Passed those angel eyes
Passed that false curve beneath your nose.
You know what you did
Yet you persist
And act like what you did
Is what you’d never do.
I can find tiny uncertainties
That question the plastic;
The plastic covering
The venom in your blood.
The plastic is glued to you,
But you couldn’t see,
That I had always been beneath it.
Yet I do not do
And I do not say
Because I am not a reflection of you
My mirror doesn’t show plastic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem