This wall, built by what others seem to like.
Building higher and higher.
How long till it collapses?
How long till it doesn't hold?
Who even am I now?
I've built myself into this person other people want me to be, but
Who do I want to be?
I'm me.
But who is me?
Who am I?
I don't even know myself.
The mirror is a stranger.
A stranger I seem to hate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem