Am I that uncontrollable teen that hurts others with bad choices?
Or the one that only cares about the latest trend.
Am I that perfect girl who can fix others problems but secretly can't fix her own?
Or a tomboy that doesn't mind being pushed around.
Can't I be my own person without people trying to force a mask upon me?
I am a person not someone to treat any certain way because I like certain things.
The only mask I wear is the mask in the eye of the beholder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem