I need to leave, to seek the future I crave,
People probe, attack my credibility,
the dissect my life, my world, intrude into my privacy,
to parade my vulnerability,
They put me in a category
Silence the only choice, rather than lead this melee into a mocking debauchery,
Where does that put me in your crooked scheme?
Age that puts me in a disadvantange,
I don't need to see your face or feel your presence,
MY MIND HEALS AND FINDS ITS STRENGTHS IN YOUR ABSCENCE,
And I be concealed,
Salvaging whats left of me,
Trying to be whole again entirely..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem