Like a fly on the wall
You just sit and stare
Just watching me
Your eyes are probes
Looking into my soul
Seeing everything in me
My life pulses
At your slightest movement
Wanting to know what you see
I see into you
And see you are no good
No good for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's good. There's nothing wrong with the last stanza either, flawless. The only thing I hate is the first line-it just reminds me of Miley Cyrus and....waaack =P