It has taken all of my ability
But I finally realized the reality
Nothing is ever the most concise
Its is all made up of lies
Which cast out shadows in the night
They are the ones that you never see
Until you understand the fight
It may never ever be
These are the things that scratch
Until you have nothing left
They create another catch
Which is really only a theft
One who hides
And crawls behind their eyes
Leaving nothing but a different disguise
That leads to new problems that were never there
Until your trapped in your own thoughts
It seems as if you’re drowning in your own feelings
And as you look around the things that are killing you
Are the things that you never want to live without out
They are left inside you and are never returned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem