If you can’t make up your mind then why have to?
Why not just say I don’t want to make up my mind?
Why be scared of what you can say, rather than just saying what you want to?
Do you really think that you have to look good in everyone’s eyes?
Someone’s going to hate you in this world
They may not even know you yet
They may hate you on your clothing
Maybe it’ll be the way you speak
It can be anything they can hate you for
But if you would rather decide on choosing if you want to make a new friend
Or be better friends
Just stop and think
Why do I have to decide again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem