You.. Come in to my sight

[Thamanna]

Life was shaping up in a strange way
Past years never given a chance for my revolted soul to open up
My deliberate fault to let this flow go on and on
I strived hard to live through moments
Forced self to believe I had all the finest moments
Consciously suppressed each crisis aroused deep down

I attempted to search my soul to listen
How to trust you………….
You are transmigrated, never inherited
If you are an uninvited guest then what’s me?
Does my identity associate me with this degrading body?
If you are giving meaning to my life then
What meaning you added to my life?
This life was imagined very much through dreams that still it’s unreal
Captured within you is the truth of my life
Never liberated, never recognized…
Come in to my sight before you transmutes to a dead soul for this life

[Grumbleguts]

Please do not think me impolite, but is english your first language, Thamanna? The grammar in this poem is a little off in places, that is all. I am not sure that there is a word 'degradating' either, surely 'degrading'?
If you want help with the grammatical errors, please ask and I will do my best to point them out.