I’m haunted by my past
I wonder how long this will last
Feeling and hearing the horrible insults
This daily routine felt as if I was in a cult
I feel that many don’t understand
The pain that is felt when your are beaten till you cannot stand
The hatred I felt terrible
I wondered why everyone was treating me so horrible
I felt as if I was the black sheep amongst a white flock
Placed in a cage with a lock
As torture I had to see
The happiness I would never feel inside of me
I wonder how many people know what it feels like
And if they felt that it was right
Its time I moved on and forgot about those lifeless folks
And strip away the pain that was in their jokes
I think its time I saw the reaper
Why because the pain is so much deeper
I need to remember what was said
Because I want to see their blood flow like a sea of red
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem