These walls melt away,
As a candle burns,
I sift through these ashes trying to find those lessons I learned,
But I cannot find them,
I cannot find you,
in this flame I see lies to you are truth,
Tied to these lies are a web of eyes,
watching and waiting to laugh at my cries,
cries i am tired of,
cries that you need,
to fill that demon in you that forever killing my dreams.
Those invisible wires rip me at my seams,
wires that are wrapped up and around necks it seems,
people following your ever siege,
People that are convinced your not evil as they see,
I have reasons for you to be despised,
reasons for people like me to die,
reasons for no one around to survive,
reasons why I cannot live my life,
I am deprived,
I am burned,
yet I survive,
continuously trying to fight,
Trying to find those lessons I have learned
I am not a child of yours,
you are not my mother,
you are not even human,
you are a true sense of the word demon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem