If I had one eye.
One ear.
One hand attached to an arm.
With a foot to hop on a protruding leg.
You would still say,
I was going out of my way to be different.
With a seeking of attention to get,
I intentionally projected.
And yet...
You still will not accept,
Efforts I made to be myself...
Regardless if I did nothing extraordinary,
Nobody else would care to notice but you.
Why do you think this is true?
Do you feel I should only have 'eye'...
For you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem