I cried
because
I wasn't like them
And the
More I cried
The Less like
Them I became.
I tried to be
Like them
You know…
Ordinary
Normal
Mundane
Boring…
Now I realise
That they never
Change
And they will
Always be
the same
But I tried
To be like them
I really did
I really wanted to be...
Normal
Ordinary
Mundane
and
It all seems so silly now
Why did I try and be like them?
Who in the hell wants to be
ordinary, normal and mundane?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool! You have no ideea how many times I tried doing that. But as I got to know the people I wanted to be, I realized: the wanted to be like me. nice choice of words.