People are not always positive, true or honest because they
are human and prone to failure, saying they'll be there for
you, but forgetting about you.
Finding their own interests are more important than others,
sadly trying, but never really being a friend, yet expecting
you to be there for them at their beck and call.
Life is never fair, because humanity for the most part is
self-centered and uncaring, a truth of life that is formidable
and always in sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem