the pictures we paint of ourselves
in public
are much too flattering
hiding the baser aspects
of what it is to be
human
the darkest strokes
are never applied
and truth is seldom
revealed in the gloss
but there will be
certain
terrifying moments
leaking through the ether of our illusions
when we cannot pretend
to be other
than we are.
~ Laurence Overmire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem