My first english poem! This poem i made in portuguese i will try to translate to english: This antonymy is killing me in opposite sides and slip me avoiding the error and fix me suffered the deception that makes us think Return is a regret the waiting for other is a dismay the question in doubt, it here is be dropped or stand erect Everything is Is Matter of choice And No one have merit to suffer respect the freedom of others But think about everything around you Choose wrong, can be a problem hurt the other can be a swelling this pressure is really evil or run or pursue happiness Sorry, I tried to do this using Google translate, so this poem is more beautiful in portuguese!