I tapped you on the shoulder
Not once but multiple times,
I suppose it's not me again
It's the burden I left behind.
At this point I have nothing to lose
It was never there so why bother,
I'm obviously not the one
I don't have much to offer.
Although it was all bullshit
I'm glad I kept my sanity,
I kept my pride and dignity
All that is left is an empty journal filled with profanity.
Wish you had some class
No need for explanations,
I only ask for the truth
Nothing more nothing less but the same state that I was placed in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem