I am who I am
I dress with no stress
I act how I look
I look how I act
you want me to change but sorry I'm not a doll.
you cant play me.
it feels like I'm in a cage and all you can say is change you ways
but i says hours are hours days are days months are months but years
i start to tear and wonder why you Don't see clearly i am not going to change
its like I'm a wild mustang I roam alone, Dangerous but with in tame
and cant be broken my spirit is free and no one can take clame
so me and the wild mustangs are the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem