who am i?
i am not known to you
i am not an adult
i am not a kid
i am not fearless
i am not smart
i am not stupid
i am not a joke
i am not a poet
i am nobody
i write what i think, i think what i write but only what i can not say
i am a nobody, i am a wimp
who am i if i can not stand up for what i believe in?
who am i if i stand on the side lines for a decesion about MY life?
i am a hopeless soul,
but for once im going to do something
i may not be all the above but i am NOT and never will be a quiter
i will start to stand up for myself, i will become a somebody.
not a single tear will fall from my eyes not no more, pain has caused me to lose myself now it is driveing me ahead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one, but you are known to me.