My joy once a trait
Now won't emerge
I just have hate
Bitterness and hurt
Flowers once blossoming
Have been crushed by shoe
Friend won't stop gossiping
But then again they never do.
Energy is hard to come by
My will has had enough
I feel as though I may die
This life is just too rough
All in the world is vanity
There is no lasting remedy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem