i like it when you stop working
when no one is watching,
i guess you are just being true to yourself
alone, you are lazy.
alone, you are thinking
what to do next with a broken heart
alone, you embrace the truth
of this endless pain that you have inflicted upon yourself
accept things now
alone, alone must you be till the end of your life
till someone comes again and watches you
wearing that smile, sour as vinegar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem