No love for the unjust
Broken hearted
Hate us if you must
This pain is guarded
No explanation for how we act
Other then our parents were on crack
But the past is the past
You have to run from the shadows that you've casted
They'll stay with you forever
Haunt you till you're dead
Cause only pain and your heart to dread
Bad decisions
Lying stealing and other sins
Hate the unjust
Because it isn't the real us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem