why do i get left behind
like a rich person would do a dime
while poor people would pick it up on their way to a welfare line
do you even remember my name
this aint a game
my feelins are at stake here
but you get mad cuz you think i want you to fill gulity if i give you tear
is this wat youve come to be?
your so full of yourself
but wut about me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem