I feel rejected,
Hated and neglected.
An escape is all I ask,
As I tear off my mask.
Golden light shines into this place,
Caressing my warn down face.
Death is calling my name;
I take a dagger to my vein.
Death has won;
I shall never see the morning sun.
Then I wake,
Screaming, “Is this my fate? ”
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I would like to translate this poem
no, it isn't your fate, hope things are better now, love the poem, nice images within the poem, i loved the way you ended this story, i thought it was real, but it was a dream, take care xoxoxo