How Can I Poem by Tearawaia Asela

How can I face the world?
How can I face reality?
Here and there runs by people with powers
For power means a lot to them

Regulating their inner-most interest with that tool
The tool that directed many heads
The tool that pierced many hearts
Leaving many in hunger and frustration
Sitting on high with greater power

Can I fit myself in their world
Can they hear me calling their names
Can they feel the heat above my head
The heat of the tool they have

How can I face them
How can I present myself to them
Not now, not today not during their terms
Tomorrow will be the right time
Tomorrow when they need me
Because they need my name on their list
The name that has a greater power for a very short time
My name that gives them power

For only in just a while, and for all I am nothing to them
I am just like dust
For when they stood up
They shake me off from their fluffy coats
They will just hide when I need them
So How Can I