Everybody hates me,
and i'm pretty sure that when we meet you'll hate me too.
but i don't mean to be hated.
it's just when i try to be myself I end up being someone i'm not.
Life is like a glass, that once it is shattered
you'll end up hurting yourself while trying to fix it.
But sometimes all you need is a helping hand
To a beautiful maiden,
in whom my heart beats
i offer this poem
in which i cannot keep.