I was born innocent
My life was full of joy
Exciting adventures everywhere
But even those were all a ploy.
I used to think friends were forever
That they were always there
But time has taught me that
Jealousy is but a scare
It soaks up the very bit of you
That would be a good friend
And devours the very part of you
That knows there is no end.
Your heart succumbs to this hatred
Because your head allows you to
You pull me down in your path of misery
Because you’re not sure what else to do.
You call yourself my friend
When you are nothing but a gun
You demean my every hobbie
Shooting your bullets, one by one.
But even as a bullet
Pierces through my skin
My kind heart still forgives
But never lets you win.
Kindness is a virtue
For which you will never understand
I hope one day an angel will save you
But until then, I won’t be holding your hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem