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.