Watch me stumble down the path
To stardom and fame and ultimate collapse
While you sit back and witness my dance
Loathing and hate not apparent through your neutral stance
But I come home to you every night
But deep inside its malice in you
Not the love that you pretend is true
Secretly though you’re wishing me dead
But don’t wait long, were nearing towards the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem