By Thomas William cornfield
The One Never wonders,
except for itself.
The One Never ponders,
on anyone else.
The One Never Cares,
but One ever does.
The One Never Shares,
it's just because.
The One Is Everyone s friend,
all of the time.
The One will stab you, again and again,
it's just that kind
The One Looks good to itself.
The One always hides from everyone else.
The One Creates all that it sow's.
The one has a Name.
it's called Ego.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem