Submitting Translations.

Submitting Translations.

With eyes like yours and looks to kill,
I'd be the narrow town hero with a medical bill.
A few shots here and few hits there -
proven my intelligence is nothing to share.
I've watched you walk by me a thousand times,
turn your nose up and toss out a dime.

I swear I'm not homeless or a poor ole freak,
just some problems within and a bruised cheek.
I've walked in your path, seen your light.
I've shone like the moon on a hot summer night.
I've fought off the men and broken their hearts,
but for some odd reason I've fallen apart.

Submitting translations is now on my list,
with a few other things that I tend to wish.
To tell you the truth, I'm more than you think -
I'm not on the edge or skating the brink.
I'm fine where I'm at, so very content,
with memories of the past time I've spent:

Lying awake so deep in the night,
alone in my bed filled with fright.
Raped of my innocence, cold and alone -
I've scratched my skin down to the bone.
You've not seen my darkness nor my light,
You've not watched me battle this disgusting fight.

Submitting translations for all the days I live,
but there's not reasons to answers that I tend to give.
Nothing seems to sink into your brain -
with your snobbish attitude, you're driving me insane.
Just drink away your sorrow then look me in the eyes,
you'll see deep within me: unlike you I'm not in disguise.