Silent and alone, feeling despised by a person whom
I thought was a best friend.
Knowing not why the change in attitude, him lying
only when asked what's going on.
Walking away, , feeling forlorn and damaged by his
ego, not knowing any reason for it.
Being left in a dismal, darkened state of mind, until
picking up a pen, listening to music and letting my
intellect take me far from the other person's attitude.
Knowing their own intolerance has caused misconceptions
in the life of their mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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