I'm the girl that is always in trouble,
the one who starts laughing at something that happened yesterday,
the only one with the guts to tell everyone just what she thinks of them,
the one that would jump off a cliff just to feel the thrill,
the one that would go swimming in a river in the middle of the winter,
the only one you feel you can trust,
the crazy one running around,
the one that your never sure what she is going to do next.
But shouldn't we all be like this?
What's the point in living if your not aloud to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem