Everyone loves you.
Everyone respects you.
Everyone wants to gain your trust.
What is it about you that everyone finds so appealing?
What do they have to gain?
I see the way you live life.
I see what you did.
I see what you do.
And all I see is misery.
All I see is sadness.
Who did you use to be?
How did you use to act?
My brain is racing with all these questions.
And no one here to answer.
I love you.
I respect you.
I want to be you.
Why?
February 25,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem