I love being called pretty,
pretty at heart, not by my face.
I'm not always right,
It doesn't mean I don't have a thought at all!
I'm almost always smiling,
but its not almost real,
I may look like an open book,
easy to judge and hard to understand!
because i do hide so much!
I love to express myself,
but i can't over-react.
I like to do things I wish to
but I know how to restrict and control myself.
I have a knowledge about my strengths and weakness
but i hate to show off!
I do have innumerable thoughts
but the world has no patience to hear them!
I work hard at things,
but don't always get what i deserve.
I have the capacity to take self decisions,
but the world decides me!
because I'm just a girl!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem