I trust in many things
but sometimes life just isn't like that
and justifying trust is complicated
I always thought of everything as honest
and now I find I'm always aggravated
A life without much honesty is flawed
and it seems that more or less I'm damaged goods
and looking for a reason for my insecurity
is like a search for ashes in the dust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem