he's the epitome of human,
making me feel like a creature.
selfish, cynical, depressed,
worthless intelligence to the highest stature.
even his apologies are certainly self-centered
and his conscience hot tempered.
emotion is just hopes
in his own decree of faith.
unfaithfully full of regret
he won't let the world see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem