They make it harder
to get over you.
They bring you up
and around.
Not even caring
to my feelings.
They call themselves 'Friends'
but then why would they hurt me?
Then they pretend,
like I'm not even there
Do they care about me?
or even my feelings?
Or did you win them already
because of your charm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
with friends like that, who needs enemies? ........