Cutting through every trail, trying to find my way as I hack myself through life, wanting to do everything my way.
Knowing the hows and wherefores within me, yet being misunderstood by most everyone else.
Hoping to be accepted for who I am without question is impossible, yet, no one will ask me questions they have haunting them throughout.
Answers lie in waiting, if only they'd express their doubts in words of curiosity, they'd be satisfied with what they've learned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem