The way I feel
The way I am treated
The way people see me
I am different
I am the odd one out
In an odd group
Music is all that keeps me at bay
Look into my eyes
Look into my soul
Look into the bottom of my heart
Am I really that different from all of you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The answer is not really unless you want to be. Read mine - Who Am I - Adeline