Confusion for me is nothing new, especially when it comes to you.
Your mind and opinions change constantly.
I never know what to believe.
You want me, and then you don’t.
You like me, and then you won’t.
You chose her over me and I never made a sound.
Now if you haven’t really noticed, she’s barely ever around.
It makes me wonder why, with her, you ever continued to stand by.
You never realized that I was here everyday knowing exactly what to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem