When ever you look at me
you feel like am too talkative
while its the way i am
i learn things through talking
why people why?
whenever i give a comment
you think am rude
while it not being rude but thats how i am
why people why?
when i talk to a girl
you accuse me that am asking her out
while i try to create friendship
but thats how i live
why people why?
you call me google
then you start to giggle
i try to learn new things on google
but you laugh at me then i start to wriggle
why people why?
i talk reality
as i live while it hurts me alot
but thats how i am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem