They dont know
how it feels
When someone talks about you behind your back
They dont know
what its like
when your best friend turns out to be your worst enemy
They dont know
how it is
when you realize that person that you loved
never really loved you back
They dont know
how it feels
to find out that you were never really cared about
They dont know
what its like
to be the one left out the group
the one that they all make fun of
They dont know how it feels
So why do they say they do
when they really just dont know how it really feels
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some day they will see they are back stabbers and will know what it is like to be left out. Any way you don't need to be in a little clique. Hang in there.