From the first time I said I liked you,
I have been stuck in this loop,
I like you, but I never feel right in asking,
Do you like me?
Do you see me?
Do you take notice?
I think you are right for me,
But that is a thought.
A thought that can be wrong,
or right.
I never feel like I'm enough for you.
Every time I reach a new level,
You have already passed me.
It's hard to decide whats best,
When you don't know the rest,
of this story called life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem