It Is Your Debt Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

It is your debt.
I am to pay.
You are a fake.
I'm fooled again.
I've turned into a bird
Which was caught.
A voiceless bird.
A bird with no word.
My lot
Is not
To be heard,
Is not
To be seen
In your midnight dream.
You are a master.
I am a dolt.
I am to suffer.
This is my lot.
You are ok.
I am insane.
I was broken
Into pieces.
They are choking.
They are bleeding.
And you cannot,
And you do not
Want
It to stop.

My lot
Is to be hurt.
My lot
Is to be locked.