Well done for
incurring my wrath.
Well done in
thinking you'll have the last laugh.
You think great
about what you have,
And all the things
you actually have left.
Seriously just admit it,
you simply have no EQ.
And mind you,
it's an aspiring pianist's ego you have just killed.
I hope time
permits you to change,
and maybe fate
allows me to see your drastic change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem