As i wander through this land,
I have no one to hold my hand,
When times are bad no one to phone,
No one cares, I am alone,
I struggle through my stress and strains,
Burdened immensely by lifes pains,
And as my shoulders bare the weight,
The mirror reflects the man I hate,
A real contempt for him revealed,
Something that just cant be concealed,
An explosion of hate, filled with regret,
That this man in the mirror wont let me forget.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem