Why there are so many people
Fighting shy of me
I dont understand why
I guess am no different with them
Am so curious to know what they feel
Am I too odd to them
Sometimes I always wanted to be a wind
Guess what why
Am not the old person who buys a pig in a poke
Am different now
I dont want to think that they are just clipping my wings
And watch me fall
Do I need to suit the people down to the ground
Just for them to accept who I am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem