You make me so angry,
can you not see what you're doing?
What you're doing to them?
You turn away
and smoke another stupid cigarrette.
I look in your eyes,
those two orbs of red;
so blind, you gouged out
your own field of vision.
Were you afraid of seeing
just what you really you do?
If you looked,
you would've gone insane.
Now I just want to scream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't really the last line but i understand the other part. Good write!