I hate to hide
I know I've lied
But who I am
Is not who they want
I try to be perfect
To fall into
their standards
But I'm really getting tired
Of hiding
And lying
And pretending
That I'm something I'm not
They hate me
They don't know it yet
But they hate me
They don't even know me
And they think they love me
But they don't
They can't
They judge
They try to change you
They make you into this
Twisted morphed version
Of what yu used to be
Then you lose yourself
You forget who you are
You try to dig up
Some kind of resemblance
Of your true self
You scramble
You starve your soul
You learn to trust no one
Love no one
Fear every one
And everything
I'm not really me
I'm technically me
but not really
Can't they love me unconditionally for once with out judging?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem