I will leave as the warrior
Fighting and bleeding until the last drop falls
They will see only a peasant
Immature and beneath them all
Friends so few will remember my name
The pseudo will pity at the problematic child
Into view we see the vision is one and same
It is the perception that's running wild
As I die I will leave only footprints
On ground that will be left unknown
I didn't fit into the mold they made for me
I was never born to be one size fits all
Blood, sweat and tears will be as a ghost
Their eyes never saw my sacrifice
The bruises and scars, I made the most
But fairytales they think of my fight
I will walk out where the bloodline ends
A new generation is too late for me
It takes two when there's only been one
Soulmates have all been pretend
I walk into the greatest unknown
The one they could never comprehend
It is all my life could ever show
And my fate will ride it to the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem