Sometimes I get badly wounded
by the girl I most admire.
I thought we were on the same side!
Is this treason, or just friendly fire?
Her jibes strike home like bullets,
but they're deadlier than the rest.
I'm safe with others, but with her
I never seem to wear my jibe-proof vest!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem