he is a leech
feeding upon sociaty
take
take
take
all that is given back is
self doubt
self loathing
and the knowladge that
everyone will eventually betray you
when you are no more than an insect
when you are a shell
when you are nothing but a body consumed in anger
you will be tossed aside
upon the corpes of his other victums
i am not a victum!
i am not a shell!
even this sounds to me like nothing more
then the rambalings of one whe tossed out
their mind
long ago...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem