A Stroke of Genius

Dear mum,

I don't know what I should say

I don't know whether it's the right time to play, to pray or to run away

I don't know whether I'm doing is right or wrong

They've always told me that I'm strong

But now, I realize that I'm such a jerk, who chose to escape to somewhere he doesn't belong

I'm really lost in words

Can't find the right ones to express my wounds

Needless to say that I’m lost in a black point of sorrow

Needless to let you know that pain is my lovely shadow

But in the end, I just want to tell you

Sorry for being the main source of your pain

Sorry for making ail the only thing that runs in your vein

Sorry for letting you shed a tear

Sorry for making you live in a whole fear

Sorry for making you shout, and scream is all what we hear

I'm sorry ... So sorry dear

And I'm standing right here

Ready to wipe all the tears you cried

Ready to fight all your fears inside

Ready to give you my eyes and I stay blind

If satisfaction is what I’m going to find

I know it's so much that time cannot erase 

I know that these phrases are just a light haze

May be they cannot make the vice raze 

But I’m pretty sure that those wounds will never seem to heal

These simple words will never let you forget the pain you feel 

Coz it's just .... just too real ...

Emna Seddik 1 S 10 * Sousse Pioneer School, TUNISIA * May 2011