I wish to be different, and not hated. People don't want to be with me, because I am more of a brother instead of a boyfriend. I am a protector more than anything.I want to be loved, and not treated like a beast.
Hiding is fun, pretending is not, and loving I shall.
Riddles run through my head like it's a game; trying to find my turns in the maze.
Demons hide, dragons fly, which one am I? I love to fly in the night with fire raging from my eyes. It's not a game, can't you see, it's a part of me. Living and dreaming are the same things; the only difference is ones real, ones fake. I believe what I want, hold the power to myself, and never let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem