</>Your love is a tender vice grip,
Gripping onto things that aren't yours to control.
Suffocating me from the air I want to breathe,
Making me persue the dreams of your soul.
I desperately cling onto the edge of freedom,
I want to make mistakes, to learn without your hand.
Don't clone me into false perfection,
Let me live and to be who I am.
Each day I fight for my own soul,
Because you are waging a war with me,
To conquer mine with your own.
Mother, you fail to see beyond your dreams,
And with this gaze, you overlook me.
You do love me, I do not doubt your affection.
But please, Let me live.
Let me live, Without your direction.
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I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, realy enjoyed reading it. Good write. May i invite you to read my poem called, running wolf.