You sit opposite me,
Looking not seeing,
Thinking how sad you are,
Not having any idea.
You feel sorry for yourself,
I've grown up,
Moved on,
You sit there behind the set back,
You think I have no idea but you couldn't be more wrong.
You sit opposite me,
You'll never have my empathy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is'nt that th truth. Self pity is so disabilitating. Hugs Jan