How do you live with yourself
When you know you caue me so much pain?
Is it really in your nature
To make me feel worthless; like the smallest pebble?
Is one really destinied
To become like those before them?
Or is that just a myth,
Created to instill fear in those like me?
A myth, created by elders,
To frighten those that despise who came before them.
I cry to the heavens,
And pray that this myth is just that.
A myth with no truth,
To make me believe I HAVE to be like you.
But I will NEVER be like you,
Your wretched thoughts and demands.
Burning as I hear them,
Against my skin, they are toxic.
Someday I'll leave,
And I pray you'll realize your mistakes.
I cry to the heavens,
And pray that the myth is just that.
A myth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very very deep. i loved it