I'm not trying to shower myself in sef pity
I'm not asking anyone to feel bad for me
But I swear sometimes I always go the wrong
Way at the end of a dead end street is where
I will be
Don't get me started on my choice in men
I always pick the ones that I can never win
And if there is a mister right that's the one
That I will always fight
I could write a book on how not to
I could write a book on how to lose
I am not a victim I'm a volunteer
Cause the things in life I have I choose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem