No one is invited in my home,
Believing a disrespect I will condone.
To then express to others,
A temperament to them I have shown?
'You still on that trip?
You need to get over it.
What makes you think,
You are better than anyone else? '
I am not talking to anyone else.
I am talking to 'you'.
And as far as I am concerned,
That 'trip' I am on is not going to end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nobody comes to my home either! It sounds a sad poem that that needs love. I like it though.