On my way to where I am
The route was filled with trauma
With stress and strife, throughout my life
I looked for somewhere warmer
I found a place where I could go
And just be who I am
A man with a child behind his eyes
And without another plan
I've little thought for my regard
Except to play the fool
I've never tried to be that hard
Since I first went to school
I'll never be that someone else
My friends said I should be
I like the way I'm just myself
With that child inside of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem