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One of the most common misunderstandings for those who are suffering psychological trauma is to find a way to cover up a beautiful, innocent skin and hide your true self from others. This comes from the negative assessment of being too weak, weak and reluctant to take care of the injured. Deep inside, there is a thirst for listening and understanding. Now, let's listen to the poem, Please Listen to What I Haven't Said, by the American poet Charles C. Finn, which is famous for spiritual poems, especially in describing the process of the struggle between man and artificial self. The poem is performed by Phan Anh. Please don't deceive me. Don't be fooled by the face I'm wearing. Because I wear a mask, thousands of masks. The masks that I'm afraid to take off. None of them is me. Fake is an art without words. But I don't know when I became an artist. But for God, don't let me be fooled. I let you think that I am calm and comfortable. That my body and mind are all bright and peaceful. That I am very confident, very calm. That my face is silent and the world is in my palm. That I don't need anyone. But don't believe me. I look good on the outside. But I'm just a mask. I'm afraid to go crazy and hide all the time. Inside me, there is a little bit of self-doubt and restlessness. Everything is calm. Now there is only dizziness, loneliness and fear. But I just go crazy and hide forever. I don't want anyone to know the truth about me. I'm confused when I think of the moment. I'm afraid that my weakness will be exposed. So I go crazy and create a mask to hide myself. The face of the Buddha helps me to pretend. Helps me to avoid the bright light. Although there is only one thing I know clearly. It is the light of hope and spiritual salvation. But only when I love and accept it. It helps me to escape from myself. From thousands of walls that I built and built. It is the only thing that can comfort me. Because I can't comfort myself. That I really have a value. But I'm brave enough to let you know. I'm afraid of harm. I'm afraid to look deep into your eyes. But I only see dissatisfaction, not accepting. And there is no love. I'm afraid that you will underestimate me. I'm afraid that the laughter is full of pity. Like a sharp blade that makes my heart bleed. That deep inside, I'm nothing. You avoid me because you know. There is nothing good about me. I've been playing the fake game forever. I'm so tired and desperate. But I still have to show my fake confidence. And in my heart, I'm like a young boy who never stops shaking. Thousands of masks are taken away. But I'm brave enough to start the ritual again. And my life is just a fake appearance. Anyway, I have a lot to say to you. I've told you enough nonsense. But I don't dare to share the important things. The things that are in my heart. So when I start shaking again. Don't be fooled by what I say. Please listen to me wholeheartedly. About what I wish I was brave enough to say but I can't. I don't like to hide. I don't like to play the fake game outside. I want to stop playing this fake game. I want to live honestly. Live naturally. Be myself. But you have to help me. Please hold my hands. Even if it's the last thing I wish for. Only you can blow away the empty light that blinds my soul. And bring me back to life. Every time you are kind, gentle and encouraging. Every time you try to understand me like that. My heart is like a kite on my wings. Even if it's small. Even if it's fragile. But it's still a kite. Thanks to your strength of empathy. My life has just taken shape. I want you to know that. That you are very important to me. That in my heart, you are my savior. You are my true self. Only you can break the wall that I hide. Only you can take off the mask that I wear. Get me out of the dark world of doubt. Get me out of the cold and lonely prison. If you choose to do it. Please don't miss it. You stop because of that. Although it's not easy for you. Living too long with the belief that I am useless. My path is getting sturdier and sturdier. The closer you get. The more blind I am. It's so unreasonable. Although the book exposes many things about humanity. But I still can't make sense of it once. I can't think of anything I wish for. But love is stronger than the strong walls. And hidden deep down there. I hope I'm still burning. Please try to break the fake walls. Use these hard hands. Gently rub the fragile, sensitive child in me. Who am I? You always ask yourself. I am someone you see very familiar. Because I am a woman. You used to know. As a man.