Jaded eyes grown tired of seeing
Battered body weary with being
Bleeding ears sick of the screams
Tortured mind, nothing’s what it seems
Searching hands, black with ashes
Nothing left, I grab the matches
Destroy everything to see the light
Pretend it’s normal, but nothing’s right
Convince myself destruction’s the key,
A beginning in ending all I see
Watch as the dust flies away
I’m left alone, it’s best that way
Nothing to ruin, nothing to lose
No need to read their cryptic clues
Sick of a constant struggle to do right
I give up on this impossible fight
Watch the paint blister, blacken, peel
A shimmering fantasy, nothing’s real
Ever changing, never the same
I’ve found a home, in the flames
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I would like to translate this poem
Uh, Lady Your Highness, Your ingenuousness, are u sure you are 16? Really.... This is some serious stuff, waaaaaay serious, i mean i can't even critique it, i have to take more lessons first... Lol 'Convince myself destruction’s the key, A beginning in ending all I see Watch as the dust flies away I’m left alone, it’s best that way...' Sometimes a new beginning is the only way.... 'I’ve found a home, in the flames...' Is wise and of course we have to learn to conform and be in harmony with our trials.... Need i say more....