Myth Poem by xx3 mikki

How do you live with yourself
When you know you caue me so much pain?

Is it really in your nature
To make me feel worthless; like the smallest pebble?

Is one really destinied
To become like those before them?

Or is that just a myth,
Created to instill fear in those like me?

A myth, created by elders,
To frighten those that despise who came before them.

I cry to the heavens,
And pray that this myth is just that.

A myth with no truth,
To make me believe I HAVE to be like you.

But I will NEVER be like you,
Your wretched thoughts and demands.

Burning as I hear them,
Against my skin, they are toxic.

Someday I'll leave,
And I pray you'll realize your mistakes.

I cry to the heavens,
And pray that the myth is just that.

A myth.