Why is it when I try, I just become a brother
I can't just sit and lie, and say it doesn't bother
All of you are gorgeous, and love to be near me
But if I ask you out, I'm afraid I'd fear thee
At least once I've liked you all, at a certain place in time
But you've never payed attention, and think I don't mind
When you kiss in front of me, for about the millionth time
I'm not even a person, my feelings don't cross your mind
You say I'm like a brother, but truth is I don't matter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem