Freak by choice
That be my game
Everybody is somebody
Somebody is everybody
Everybody and somebody
Are nobody
We live in our worlds,
With magic,
Reality,
Or surreal ideas.
Playing music
Makes butterflies
Butterflies that are unique
Unique as we each choose to be
We choose to be like everybody
But everybody is nobody
Trying to fit into the world
Becoming somebody
It means nothing
Becoming somebody is becoming nobody
We should all be freaks
But we aren’t
That’s what makes us
A person of this fantasy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem