You keep saying what you are not.
And all I want,
Is to get to know who it is I believe I see.
Unless you are telling me...
What you display is a performance,
Mixed with some technique...
But no real experience to feel qualified,
With a motivation you think I might provide.
And I am in no position to teach,
Or block with directions...
Nor provide your activities with introspection.
But you still want me to accept you,
Centerstage!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem