Your perfectionism is an illusion.
You are so obsessed
With this idea
That you become a victim
Of your mind games
Searching for an illusory reason
To get it out,
Because
You only need
To get free of
Your convictions
Again,
Nothing more.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is always some confusion in our mind with deep feeling....