Delusive Smile Poem by Yaroslav Shtets

Being seen by others countless times,
No one knew the mystery of its reflection;
Endless soreness was ferocious over me,
Even any try was a completely foolish waste of time,
Ominous illusion steaming over smile.

So many eyes were met by my mouth smiling widely,
But no colourful pair could see the impair of what had been ruined before;
Soaked in dark colours that were actually bright,
Neither parents nor friends could see it ripping apart.

And with transparency glimpse and no interference,
The smile was distorted in a silence all over me,
So no more delusions were awaited to be;
But, at last, someone glanced into my eyes with insight and compassion,
And the hand of epiphany help reached out only to me.