Im the way i am,
i cannot change.
I'd shoot for the sky,
but im out of range.
do you think im normal?
or do you think im strange?
go to the place ware people go,
and you'll see me in the firing range.
taking hits wile i move the targets,
just trying to rearrange, and to change,
the tings that drive people insane,
to change my life,
yet it remains unchanged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said and so enjoyable. Read mine - The Bloom Of Youth - and - O Dearest Love - Adeline