I can't sing. I'm not some amazing poet. I can't draw too well.
I'm not a hardcore gamer. I'm not great with computers.
I'm not the best dancer. I am not a very good traceur.
I cannot fight. I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, a pro paintball player.
What I am, was, and ever will be,
is a person
who loves, and hates.
Who lives, and dies.
I see, breath, hear, touch, taste.
But who am i to tell you?
I can't sing. I'm not some amazing poet. I can't draw too well.
I'm not a hardcore gamer. I'm not great with computers.
I'm not the best dancer. I am not a very good traceur.
I cannot fight. I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, a pro paintball player.
I'm nothing special.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem