I really shouldn’t live like this, hating my life,
But there is something about him, makes me sick
I really like him, but I hate him at the same time.
Then my “friend” doesn’t help, lying to him.
So now he thinks I care, I do, honestly.
But to be honest, I couldn’t care less about his life.
He is sweet, but still I can’t stand being alone with him
I wish I could just decide on what to do.
Then there is the best friend.
The one you like but are too scared to say anything to
Courage comes in many forms, I have none of them
I wish he knew me better: ’(
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.