Seething I breathe a subtle purpose
Anger rising scratching the surface
Bleeding I convey the chains I've wrapped around my veins
Pushed as I fall, I'm inclined to hate
I never wanted this to be me
I simply wanted to someone to see me for who I am...
I loved that. Very well written, you are quite the poet :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is short and presice breathe.