im unclean
so much dirt ive never seen
lies and decet covered by laughter
people tell me to stop being a marter
i clean twice a day
just to keep the lies away
give me solitude
coz ill never get anywhere with this attitude
you've made your bed
now lye in it they say
to me its just another day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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