Hate to be the monster they see
when they look at me through my eyes
and hate to be the daughter
that they disgrace with heart.
Because, I am nothing but a mistake,
I am as worthless as the dirt we walk on,
and I am as imperfect as anyone can be.
But as for my sister she is like a princess
in my parents giving eyes.
She's everything that I am not.
She's there perfect little angel
that they adore the most.
So if I vanish from this earth
I won't have to face such pain and wonder
that I dealt with when I lied here in sight.
Because, all they see is the monster in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem