I can not endure
Someone else's insecurities.
My own,
Yes.
I am biased like that.
But another who spews them out,
Pouting about their drought of happiness?
No!
I am not that understanding,
With others who whine like I use to do!
I've learned to be opinionated.
That keeps all my weaknesses hidden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem