Tears roll down my face
Because the past won't be erased
So I self-medicate hoping to relieve my brain state
But it all comes rushing back like reality
Kick me hard on the floor wanting life no more
...But I gotta live
No more running from what couldn't be prevented
My path was planned way before I was invented
Rushed in like a storm that wasn't predicted
Protection was blind so it was I who got evicted
The battle isn't won it's just begun
So I gather up my armory
It's time to fight for what I'm gonna be
No restraint to hold me back
This is my game, and I'm ready to attack
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem