Everything I do is wrong
No matter how much I think it’s right
There’s no point in argueing about it
Because I know I’ll lose the fight
All that I do
I thought was for good
I tried to do everything
As best as I could
I’m lazy I’ve hear
In all that I do
I’ve heard it a bunch of times
It’s really nothing new
People say things
Without even caring
Without even knowing
That it’s my heart they’re tearing
The world hates me
And I hate it right back
But I don’t know what’s wrong with me
I don’t know what it is I lack
Can I really be better?
When I’ve already tried my best
Or should I keep going on as I am
And forget all of the rest?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem