Like a fire
she raged all over,
here and there,
shouting, screaming
at the thousands of people there.
All she wants is someone to believe her.
To believe in what she says.
She is exhausted,
and she doesn't know how to stop this.
This illusion of her life.
Her whole life is painted for her,
and all she wants is to hold the paintbrush for once.
She rises, eyes ablaze
and she screams.
An ear piercing, eye opening scream
and they applaud.
But she doesn't want applause
she wants freedom.
There is an escape, and she takes it.
Alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem