What is the point?
I don't even know anymore,
The clouds are dark,
But there never rain,
Fire burns with so much hate,
Waiting to be release,
But always contained,
It getting hard to control,
Passing for normal,
When your whole life been anything but normal,
Pushing away the pain,
Faking it til i make it,
Pretending to be who im not,
Cause when i am,
People say it not who i am,
Force to be who i hate,
Cause people won't let me be who i am,
Trapped in a box where i cant curse,
Or act out pain,
People see a girl who wants attention,
When its a girl burning in her own flames,
Drying on the inside,
Noboby know what she about,
Her truth comes out,
Just like the abuse,
She isn't believed,
Forced to hide in shame,
She asks herself "what the point? "
Why am i waking up when everyday,
It's the same thing?
Wishing to die,
Wanting to end it once and for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem