I left you.
To protect you.
From the ones who hate me.
So why,
do I feel like,
you took a piece of me with you,
when I made you leave.
Shouldn't I feel alright?
like nothing has changed,
cause you never loved me, right?
it was all make believe,
a show,
to get me to finally leave you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem