People try to talk to me,
I give them someone to talk to.
People try to listen to me.
I give them someone to listen to.
People try to look at me.
I give them someone to look at.
People try to like me.
I give them someone to like.
People try to have fun with me.
I give them someone to laugh with.
People try to love me.
I give them someone to love.
People try to hate me,
I give them someone to hate.
People try to beat me.
I give them someone to beat.
People try to leave me.
I give them someone to leave.
People try to save me.
I give them someone to save.
But you know what.
They are all fake reflections of me.
Shadows of an unsettled past.
Memories of someone I used to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple yet i can read your heart from here. thanks for sharing.