Naive

This is probably my favorite poem that I have written. I would like to know what you think it means/ of it.

 forgive me, and my many faces
I work like that of a machine,
thus I am not steady
and in the realm of youth,
I fray
in this tomb of dusk, I'll stay*

Reviews

[Angel Veselinov]

Really liked this one it took me a while to explain it for myself. I think the message here is obvious that in our youth we might be easily deceived about what is good or bad or we might be deceiving ourselves. Keep up the good work :P