when everything there is bland
or dreary
when you are not elated at all
or surprised
when everything sounds the same
and everyone looks like everyone
when there seems to be only one
teacher or authority
when seemingly the goal is
uniformity you finally decide to
make it yourself, do the best you
can, just to be yourself,
apart from everyone who looks down
at you because you have become
so different, so disgusting but you
keep on doing what you love,
yes, uniquely yours. and you
love it, happy with this feeling,
i am not yours, i am mine.
mine and mine alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem