I,

who can fly,

but am freeless.

Life

wich is for what I fight,

can never enjoy it.

I'm I a freak?

just a wierd hybrid,

which invisble as boy,

and hated as ghost!

Did I do something?

is it my fault?

for foes to gain,

as I try to let other's live.

But do they know who I am?

do those lifes even wonder,

that inside,

I'm burning,

Hate, no, no hate

I'm burning inside,

for what I have become,

Not only did my life paths has enclosed,

but even I fear,

for what I can become.

Yes I'm burning,

for fear,

for surviving,

becuase I'm not understood.

But I will keep flying,

So it will free my soul,

for those burning feelings,

that can't keep me alone.

I will fight,

for dear life I will,

and when my lifeless half,

becomes one,

I will remain here,

here were I fight.

Were once I tryied to have a life,

I will fight for who love me,

for who not,

becuase they can live,

one whole life, not just half.

I'm now burning,

for who I am,

but fly refresh me,

and makes try,

for what I think,

is just on half,

now I can tell,

they are 2 halfs, that joins,

and those burning feelings become one whole,

letting me feel,

feel, that I'm alive.

I was very sad when I wrote this (my parents kept me from watching the latinamerican marathon, well not all, I missed 2 episodes, and the whole re-run on Sunday), yes it isn't depressing, but I was, and needed that urge to write a poem, so I did!! it isn't really too good, I just needed to do something to cheer me up, and to take out that sad feeling on me, poems always make me get out those feelings.

Even thought, I hope you like it ;) thanks for reading

-bluename