I'm loving angels instead;
Of my sisters.
I'm hating spiders instead;
Of my sisters.
I'm killing demons instead;
Of my sisters.
So how come I protect them?
So how I come I don't love them?
So how come I don't want them?
The truth is;
What you say is not what you think;
What you do is not what you want to;
Feelings can be manipulated;
And to fit into your life, you need to be another person
Than the one you already are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem