Two Strings - Poem by Andrei Tudora
My heart is sick, my life is sad,
My soul is tending to be bad,
There’s so much hate, so little love,
And no more strength to rise above.
I tried to fight, my will was strong,
I thought nothing can prove me wrong,
But it was hard ‘cause life’s a mist,
And “nothing” really did exist.
I’m no fake, I just don’t show,
I don’t want someone to know,
‘Cause if they see the real me,
It won’t turn out like it should be.
My life is based on just two things
From two teachers with two strings,
The have knowledge about our fate,
Strings of love and strings of hate.
One has taught me how to smile,
She made me breathe and live a while,
She gave me hope, she made me see,
And showed me how I’d want to be.
I know what’s true, she taught me well
Plus, a secret I can’t tell,
It’s a feeling she made me see,
I learned what love means to me.
The second taught me how to cry,
How to break and let hopes die,
He made me feel like I’m not free
And showed me how I’d hate to be.
He’s so possessive and likes to tame,
Whent something’s wrong, it’s him I blame,
He always hurts and tells my fate,
This one has taught me what is hate.
And so, as much as I desire,
I can’t turn water into fire,
As well as people, they don’t change,
They like “normal” and hate “strange”.
I’m an outkast, I don’t fit,
I’m the one they’d like to hit,
‘Cause most of them want one thing,
Not the first… the second string.
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