if you read
this
you must disown
me
you must throw
this
and take back
what i
was
you have your
own
idea about what
i must be
what i should
become
and what happens
next is
the way you choke
me to death
you keep that
stuffed toy
as me
pleasing inside
your
glass cage
when you go back
to the house
where i live
when you open the
door
and switch on the
light
the night will be
perfectly empty
for i am no longer there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem