I know I have imperfections,
I know I'm not liked by lots..
I know when I have a great chance,
I never give it all that I've got.
I mess up so many things..
And all the wrong things I don't mean to say..
but nothing else matters,
this bridge we've built is giving way.
We have been so far and lost so much,
maybe I got out of touch.
This isn't who I want to be,
so don't even bother.
In the end it doesn't even matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem