As she leers at me, all I can see, 
Is two piercing brown eyes. 
That look at me and spew nothing but lies. 
As I soak it all in. 
My mind is a sponge, for which she'll lunge.
To fill with all her ‘facts'. 
The problem is truth, to which it lacks, 
Yet I still drink in every word. 
I sadly believe, as I continue to grieve
Every word that I'm told.
She covers me like a wall and mold.
As the fungus covers me whole.
As loud as a mute, like a toad I'm cute, 
Attacked by sticks and stone. 
The words pierce me to the bone, 
Idioms can't protect me. 
Open to attack, now there's no going back
I can't leave, not now. 
For now I can only bow
To the mother that has since ruled me.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
'As the fungus covers me whole' with the problems of life. Nice work.