When I look into these eyes
I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse at
I see this fear of judgement
that makes her cower at confrontation
I see this hopelessness for the future
that makes her choices her burden alone
I see this desperate need for companionship to make her strong
in the savage world of humans
I see this courage
caged in her thoughts of inferiority
I see these thoughts of abandement
that makes her cling to anything
I see this devotion to her beliefs
that makes her fear death
And I hate that the person I always see is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.