This is like putting yourself out there, exposed to the world (or so it seems) hoping no one will recognize who you really are.The words are the mask you hide behind.The words are the mask that lead to the freedom of total expression of what you cannot speak. To think it or to feel it, but to write it or to speak it is the risk of exposure. You want to be seen without being looked at or to be heard without speaking. You are me, what I am hiding behind, the mask of the words but still exposed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem