Holding at bay, all those who wish to speak with me today.
There is no inclination or readiness to do so.
Being hurt so often, being defamed constantly by someone
who is jealous of who I am and where I'm going.
Caring not if I am being anti-social, to hell with
etiquette, I am feeling sorry for myself.
Feeling I am entitled so will continue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem