You make them sound so horrible,
These things that I've done.
These petty wars. These little fights.
I don't try to hurt you,
I don't try to make you hate me.
What have I done?
What do I do?
How can I fix this,
How can I erase the pain,
The annoyance,
The sadness?
I don't want to be your shadow
Nor your faithful follower
But it seems like thats the only way we can make peace.
If I need to, I'll break free.
Free of you, free of me.
You make me seem so horrible
So cruel,
Such a crime.
One wrong word and your silence fills my mind.
Before you burst.
Before you yell.
Before I feel like I'm in hell.
I just want this to work,
I just want you to accept me,
If not like me,
If not love me.
I know you know this poem's for you,
And whether you read it I don't care.
Hate me all you want,
Accept me all you want,
But I'm new.
I'm me.
I've finally broken free.
Of course I don't try to make you cry,
As your tears sting my cheeks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem