My weekend was tragic,
how was yours?
I had to get down,
on all fours.
Every one has a blast,
important meetings did make.
I was the last one to leave,
and stop being fake.
You say I love you,
I think you are lying.
You think I'm happy,
I say I'm dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem