Just when I dropped these ideas of uncertainty and doubt,
My dreams think it's a good idea to bring them back about.
I was the shoulder to cry on when she didn't know.
He hid behind me so his true feelings wouldn't show.
He told me I was the best once she was gone,
But then I needed him as a shoulder to cry on.
The problem was, he was so in love with her instead of me.
To make it seem like that didn't hurt wasn't so easy.
But I guess I hid it pretty well,
'Cause even though I was on the verge of tears,
He couldn't even tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem