Why I am my way but not your way?
And of not how you say.
Why am I not like you?
Or are you like me too?
If then I am glad to know;
I do have a fellow of so.
I wonder why people choose?
To be a person not exactly of your do's;
Of not ones own but of how others see;
And of soul that is never a free.
But me I shall never be among the same;
Of a bunch playing the same old game.
So I shall always be me;
Rather not of how others see;
For my happiness solely depends on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem