I try to please you, but never can, no matter how hard I try.
There is nothing, in your eyes, I can do to make you proud. It's just not possible.
I'm like the little partical of dust on your desk you realize fir one moment before flicking it to the ground and immeadiatly forgetting it.
So what's the point of being here if you're just going to push me way?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem