I'm here, lying on my bed
Despising and cursing with all I can
Dunno what to do, dunno what can really do
being tampered on and pushed on
'Stop! ' but you kept carrying on.
The story keeps scrolling
but all become at lost.
It made my heart sing.
It made my soul dance.
It made all my senses come to life.
Its rhythm made me smile,
its harmony makes me want to jive.
Its words made me whole
not like somebody can do.
It made my heartfelt tears.
It scream all the thoughts I keep.
Sometimes I taught, was it made for me?
like a best friend God would give.
It's the only thing that understands me,
even though I never gave my identity.
It became my light, my voice, my life.
Holding this piece of wood with strings that sings.
This mic that on my lips: 'This song is a best friend to someone like me.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem