It's scary to know of the demon within.
When it tears out, when it rips at your skin.
The agonizing pain of hiding it away.
From the rest of the world to avoid the blame.
It's different isn't it. What have you done?
The demon you've unleashed, what have I become? !
This monster you've made, impossible to tame.
Only able to be locked away.
As I slowly die, hiding this abomination,
I know I die hiding your creation,
For those who are the next generation
Of the world's last salvation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ohhhh! I know this feeling but my meaning for this to me is my self image. I put down the way i look and consider myself a 'monster' and that's what that reminded me of when i read this. Excellently Done -Tyease C.