why would i expect others to like me
when i can't even like myself?
why would she say she cares
when all she cares about is herself?
why would he tell others to love
when he can't feel it for himself?
why would it depend on others
when all it saves is itself?
why would they say they care
when they only care about themselves?
why do we act like friends, like angels, like god
when all we are is human?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem