Why should I believe you when all your lies
turned out to be true?
Everything has become undone because you
where the one I relied on
Why should I trust you?
After all the pain you have caused me
because you are too blind to see,
the impact you have on me.
Why should I love you? To be true
when you have never loved me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Because you don't choose whom, or what, it is you will fall in love with but to hate is freely exercised. Strange that is it not?