I Like To Write Poetry
There are levels to Hell,
And they start here on Earth.
I have been condemned to one,
From the day of my birth.
I was sentenced not for a deed,
But just for being who I am.
Filled with loneliness and pain,
The course of my life has ran.
Trapped in a body not my own,
But meant for another.
Please love me just for who I am,
I beg of my Father and Mother.
Why can't people see it,
That I'm still a human being?
Sometimes I wish I could just exist,
Without anyone ever seeing.
No matter what the cost,
I will become me.
From this Hell,
I will set myself free.
Hate and desire,
They surge within me.
A raging tempest,
The strength that will set me free.
The course was chosen for me,
My journey has already began.
I will not stop until it is complete,
For those who don't like it, I don't give a damn.
I know people don't understand,
There's just no real way to explain.
How do I make people understand,
It's the soul, as well as the heart and brain.
Sometimes I feel like just giving up,
Not on just my journey but life out right.
It seems like I'll never make it,
It gets darker than any night.
In the dark is my Hate and Desire,
These are what will get me there.
That and knowing nothing will stop me,
And having the ability not to care.
I did not choose to be what I am,
But I did choose to be who I am.
Thank you so much Dad,
Without you I wouldn't be my own man.
And they start here on Earth.
I have been condemned to one,
From the day of my birth.
I was sentenced not for a deed,
But just for being who I am.
Filled with loneliness and pain,
The course of my life has ran.
Trapped in a body not my own,
But meant for another.
Please love me just for who I am,
I beg of my Father and Mother.
Why can't people see it,
That I'm still a human being?
Sometimes I wish I could just exist,
Without anyone ever seeing.
No matter what the cost,
I will become me.
From this Hell,
I will set myself free.
Hate and desire,
They surge within me.
A raging tempest,
The strength that will set me free.
The course was chosen for me,
My journey has already began.
I will not stop until it is complete,
For those who don't like it, I don't give a damn.
I know people don't understand,
There's just no real way to explain.
How do I make people understand,
It's the soul, as well as the heart and brain.
Sometimes I feel like just giving up,
Not on just my journey but life out right.
It seems like I'll never make it,
It gets darker than any night.
In the dark is my Hate and Desire,
These are what will get me there.
That and knowing nothing will stop me,
And having the ability not to care.
I did not choose to be what I am,
But I did choose to be who I am.
Thank you so much Dad,
Without you I wouldn't be my own man.
By:
lyricaldemise
Age:
36-40
