Everything felt new to me
Everything hard to control
Everything made me sad
I felt like I did not belong.
I ruined the expectations
That people had built for me
They thought I would be someone in them
Only to feel like I did not belong.
Among a crowd of people in the room
With blonde hair and blue eyes
There I was, the odd one
With black hair and brown eyes.
I would stand far away
Very far that noone would see me
But the odd one would
Never be missed out.
Everytime I was near them
I wondered if I had
The same blood as theirs
If I was in anyway related to them.
I did not belong there
I was very imperfect in front of them
My appearance was enough for it
Though they sometimes forgot that I was a human too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem