It is so simple
Yet you make it hard
I show you myself in black and white
You want to color me
I show you my writings in pencil
You want to rub them off
I show you chapters in my book
You want to tear them off
You want to mold me in your image
Make me the guy you always dreamed of
But.... I am not.
I can't be the image of your perfect guy
And I won't be his shadow either
I can't be your Romeo
Because I can't commit suicide
I can't be your drawing board
If you only want to paint another guy
So close your eyes, go back to dreams
Your perfect guy awaits you
But.... I am not him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am not what you want to be, impressive poem.