I will never leave you,
for you'd be too upset;
So I will stay your' prisoner,
and only part in death.
You tell me that you love me,
do you know what that word means;
the way in which you make me feel,
is not true love to me.
You critisize and judge me,
for everything I do;
Yet you never take the time to see,
the me that lives with you.
You control every aspect,
of all I say and do;
I can't be who I am,
as long as I'm with you.
You degrade and insult me,
when no one is around;
You tell me that it's my fault,
then kick me when I'm down.
You've never understood me,
or accepted who I am;
though my intentions may be good,
I feel as though I'm damned.
Why can't you see the me I am,
why don't you take the time;
to treat me with a little respect,
before you cause me to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem