No one grows,
From avoiding mistakes to make.
Or challenges to face a fear,
That chases.
And then to allow,
Excuses made as a routine.
Known to come,
With practiced dramatics.
Or approaching something seen on TV.
No one grows from lies to tell.
Sold and bought to do this well.
Since a forgiveness to repeatedly give,
Loses its patience.
Once tolerated to accept,
Declarations of innocence too rehearsed.
And overdone with tears.
Tried to cry to wipe away from dried eyes.
Accompanied by distasteful accusations to create.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem