Look at me, 
In the middle of the street, 
Flood gates have been opened, 
And there you are standing there, 
Saying "I can help you, " 
Look at me, 
In the middle of everything, 
Thinking of how much you "cared" 
And how foolish I was to believe that, 
Look at me. 
Giving up the fight, 
Giving up on the hope, 
That there will be a better day, 
Look at me, 
And keep telling lies, 
But in the end I will never
Accept you again.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    