i thought we were friends.
and that we would have no lies between us till the end.
till the end of our lives and our friendship.
obviously i was wrong and from you, i want no lip.
no lip of even more lies.
because another friend told me, but im not going to cry.
im not going to cry because im more caring and mature.
more to just let you be, and of that, im sure.
i very much hate liars who lie straight to my face.
so, just in case,
in case you didnt know by now,
that im done with you and your lying little crowd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem