There was once a time it plagued thoughts in my mind
grappling with the fear of the world
who didn't understand, exchanging words often unkind
I would lock myself away for my own security
just feeling like the stranger in the crowd
makes me feel like somekind of alien
but soon I found a world I can call home, but this home
was as odd as the world I'd come to know, Still i'm alone
Walked through this town and seen all I needed to see
Gone on a tour just thinking that this can't be reality
when i think of home i think of a place filled with harmony
I couldn't be apart of neither of the two worlds
if hate is what influences the crowd then i'm proud
being an alien
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