Me, me wonderful me.
To hell with the others,
it was all about me.
I used and abused,
pushed others back on the shelf,
while I stood in the limelight,
and applauded myself.
I danced only for me.
No stage would I share.
Until I looked on the crowd,
and no one was there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem