We can run away from it as much as we want,
But the truth is always there,
Self-aware.
I have never loved myself enough to be alone
And women have never loved me enough to care
It's bewildering how money is all, underneath it we're bare
Wealth, or the lackthereof, is the total exchanged
To know I'll still be sitting near
With a thought of love that turns to fear
As their lust for greed becomes an adhesive,
Makes me not want to be here,
Or to be anywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem