How can I defend
That I'm my own worst friend?
Everything that happens badly
Is because of me sadly.
I made loved ones afraid
Till they no longer stayed.
So I've lost my family.
Now I sleep with my money.
And how will I atone?
Well, I'm living alone.
And now the real irony…
I live with my enemy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem