Feed me again with your venomous pain Your eyes focus on me and make me see your inner lost child, the one you hide This I cannot be, even to your plea. I have tried and I died. Please understand, I need not your hand to carry me there, for I will not bear the moments of lies, my soul that dies. have your book of hurt for a nice desert I really feel for you, yet can't live by you. Keep telling me I'm wrong, as if it was your favorite song. Now it's time for me to go and to you I will show that following my heart is more than an art. lawsy artistic skills and pitiful creative ideas are my great natural endowments oh, such wonderful talents. These are your words to me How can I not agree? This body may be your creation but my soul is god's donation My truth you can not burn This you will have to learn This life is mine to mould until my body's gray and cold In this moment I'm breaking free from all that you made me be becoming who I really am pouring fuel on this little flame Like the sun I will rise and let my light fill the skies. Hey guys, This poem is not so well structured, but I believe I'm getting better in my writings. Thank you for reading and commenting Hugs, Efry