I am not him.
I am not
even like him
but even in my sleep
I hear you screaming
that I am
Do I look like him?
Talk like him?
Think like him?
I do not.
My eyes have not seen
the twisted horrors
he so casually
looks upon
and why would I want to?
I am not him.
Not now.
Not ever.
I am not
even like him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Mature writing, give a look at a slice of an issue without trying to explain the whole issue. Keep writing and I would like to keep reading!