The earth is filled with only three kinds of people
strangers you never wanna meet
the good guys whose memories you want to cherish forever
and people you know but wish you didn't
I unfortunately am of the third kind
Is there really more to me than what I am now?
Maybe! Or maybe I am just as insignificant as I look like
And maybe I am just as shallow too
But I still am human and I only wish
You could see the pain and anguish behind my eyes
And forgive me for the things I've done
And mostly take me back atleast as a friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem