What is it that makes me sad?
Well its the samething that makes me mad.
It's you, You say one thing but do another.
Why did you take your time to build me up it only takes a moment to tear me down.
Now you cry to me saying you didn't mean what you did, but all along behind my back you were talking smack then hid.
That mouth of yours could really use some type of lid.
Now I'm confused cause he's here and even though he's queer
I fear of losing you to him because in reality you see him next to you in the mirror.
Just admit it and I'll go my way and you can have what you really wanted all along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem