i see these men walk
i see these people talk
i wonder why i try to speak
i wonder why i try to live
why i cant seem to do what they can
why i struggle with life
why they carry on like its nothing
why it seems i am weaker inside then them
this devil that speaks to me tells me who i am
i am a puppet
so i want to think
my actions are not my own
i do not remember the torment that brings me to this world
the hate that sent me in this spiral down
the love that did not exist to bring me back up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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