Don't set rules for me I don't want to obey,
My abilities to write - a double-edged sword,
cause I don't understand at all what you want to say,
not only blessed, but cursed, by God.
I Feel with you, but you, don't seem to feel with me,
Get caught by my emotions, stunning my whole heart,
Wanting to be me, not someone just for thee,
And all the things I got through are ripping me apart.
Not loss of my religion, a brick there in the wall,
Misunderstood by those, I loved, loved me, or less,
rising up from ashes, again this painful fall,
this pain I feel inside, this sorrow, for what I must confess.
My will to live, not fading, even if I am nearly dead,
The only wish I have - pure honour and pure love,
Slipping through my hands – crushed down by words mallet;
This pray - this time it is for me - goes to the one above.
