People want me to be brilliant.
But I want to be different.
People think I'm lazy.
But I say they're crazy.
They don't know the real me.
I wish they would just let me be.
There isn't anything wrong.
I'm just trying to be strong.
I love you all.
But don't even think about giving me a call.
When you decide to let me be me.
Then and only then will I call you my honey bee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem