Betrayed by my own people.
walking around in a circle of lies.
wondering when ill find out the truth.
so i can understand.
why they would do something like this to me.
it seems that i cant go anywhere,
even with the nicest people.
and not be surrounded by lies.
we're never perfect.
we're never understanding.
never ending 'proof'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem