as they tug on my hair
tap my shoulder
poke me
the rage builds up
slowly at first
but now its a fire pit
they can see
in my once brown eyes
but still they continue
the feeling returns
the feeling to kill
to harm
i try to stop
but its not up to me
its their fault
as they laugh and touch me
i frown as their weakness
show themselves to me
i try to warn them
they chose to ignore
its not my fault
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem