Upon this world light is bestowed,
It gives life, and it takes.
Among us there are those
That thinks of life as a burden.
The patrons who sired us,
Will never understand the old.
Always looking at the young,
While the firstborn is ignored.
To think we look up to them,
And to think they loved us.
But life is never the same,
When your sibling is born.
When things go astray,
Always to blame is not they,
But us.
We are blamed unjust.
Can they not see the injustice done to us?
Must they ignore us while we rust?
If only they would turn my way,
That would have made my day.
But alas, it was not meant to be.
Soon I will have to flee.
For fear of my sire harming me,
I must now flee to save my entity.
If only this world was fair,
If only they saw my side.
If only they saw my grief,
If only they saw me weep.
Only then will they understand.
Only then will they know me.
Only then will life matter.
And only then, will I feel loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Escaping A Bad Dream, Unjust And Unloved, Fleeing The Harden Heart, Victim Of Life. Fairness Died. In Dark Corners I Do Try To Hide. Titles are just suggestions to meaning of a poem. So there is no absolute or correct answer, accept what you feel it should be called.