She tried to be the seed you planted
But you forgot the seed will eventually water itself.
You keep on drowning the seed, making it grow with anger and rebellion.
You thought planting a seed means having full control,
Little did u know, you feeding it rage.
Apple of your eye transforming to something else.
Because you the planter she won't be heard.
She will listen and obey.
She will keep it all in making the plant rot inside.
She will be surrounded by darkness and she will be the master of pretence.
She has no one to talk to so she chose silence.
Deprived rights, but she has responsibilities.
My past used as an example.
The pressure is way too much and she can't take it anymore.
She needs peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem