No one knows the real me.
for i am like a cameleon
changing to every color
i am what you want me to be.
changing with every person i meet.
so who is the real me.
how transparent i must be.
so many have wondered why they can't see
the soul in side of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Neat lines and perfect title, profound in introspection.