The ones unknown and smiling who come,
To get an attention meant and intended...
From everyone.
Is not subjected to suspicions inflicted,
As experienced by those known to show...
Their deeds done get less respect,
Than those dressed to impress...
But more successful at deception.
'And I bought 'everything' they had to sell.'
~Including your soul.
With none of it left within you to dwell.
And you tell 'me' your life has been hell?
When that could have been avoided,
Before ignoring to dismiss...
Envy and jealousies directed to your own kind,
You invested in and could not resist.
Or considered listening with patience and tolerance.~
'But...? '
~Your buts.
You're accustomed to sitting on them a lot.
Aren't you? ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem