Living in another body
Will anyone ever understand me?
Who am I?
Or rather
What am I?
At least I have progressed
one step towards understanding myself.
Is this being unfair to anyone
or being fair to myself?
Am I hurting myself?
First-hand knowledge
in a second-hand body.
Two people in one life
is at least a fair progression.
Others tend to regard it
as regression.
Where is the strength
and where the weakness?
Is there strength in accepting myself
or weakness in denying myself?
Where is the distinction and for whom
do I speak?
Being unique is a misconception.
Will I ever understand myself?
One day …perhaps
Until then
Endless questions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem