I walk home from school to see you getting beat up again.
I walk right past, not even looking back.
I know you will lose, but i don't care anymore.
The next day I see you in school, and you stop me in the hall.
You ask why I didn't stop to help you.
I just say it was not my problem.
On the way home from school I see the same thing as the day before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem