i`ve met none
i`ve seen none
i trust none
to me friends do not exist
but are enemies so close
close to my secrets
close to my dreams
close to my goals
what role have they played in this life of mine
none and never they will
if they are true how come i meet them now
where were they when i was climbing the mountain
i should have taken my grandma`s idea of not having friends
i even wonder how she reached 74 without any
suerly she is enjoying her life
the negeive thinkers
dream killers
heartless
cruel
pretenders
no wonder the relationship so called neve last
i wonder whose idea this was
if friends were good then god would have one for himself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly speaking hey