My Mental Torture

You are my torture,
Humiliating mind, executing brain.
You bring misfortune
Into my world again and again.
From time to time
I wish you joined those lying in the grave.
It’s mental crime,
But let me out, I constantly pray…

You’re perfectly childish in your empty pride.
There’s a mirror; you stand on the opposite side,
You reflect my disgust, cause resentment, my dear,
And you point at my place – it is perfectly clear.

You can be proud
Of what you haven’t actually done,
You cry aloud
That on the Earth you are only one
To beat the records
No matter which, but records in fact
Making no efforts.
On doing something, you never regret.

You’re a goddess of hatred in the body of a child,
You attract their attention by being so wild.
As a bird you are lively, as a fruit you are ripe,
But what actually leads you are stereotypes.

You know, I’m weaker,
But you are used to winning the game.
I’m getting seeker,
You are the one I’m eager to blame
In my misfortune,
For you have made me eat from the floor.
You are my torture
And I can bear your presence no more…