When did your stuff,
Suddenly...
Become better than mine?
To accept and tolerate.
I thought we had something,
In common between us.
'It wasn't sudden.
I use to feel that way too.
But...
I began to notice over time,
You had more stuff than me...
To pull out of a trunk,
That got too funky on me to dump.
And I had told you,
I had 'some' baggage.
But a truck load of it you actually had.
And my own stuff is more than enough,
Just for me to handle.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem