Why do you treat me like i'm something new?
...When i see the same things, just not as you do.
In my mind, things are tame
but i assure you, i can visualise them just the same.
I haven't in any way lost something of me
I'm still who i was meant to be
I do admit sometimes i feel sad
But i have life itself and for that, i am glad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem