Top was my form
In paper
In characters
I could stand tall
Beat even the saints
Like a big fool
I put myself above
Their characters
Thinking I was better
I was shinning
Like a fool in the dark
Groping in ignorance
Till I began to see
That I am not really different
They read like I do
They are hopeful like I do
They have dreams like I do
Their put in their best like I do
The only dividing line
My ignorance
Blame me too
Blame me now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem