I hate the way you look at me!
With that look of disbelief.
But maybe I'm just the person you couldn't be.
You view me as an outcast,
like I am just some freak of society.
But maybe you are just living in the past.
You just can't stand to see me express myself freely.
To yell it out clearly.
You don't like my opinions and views.
You look at me distraught and confused.
But you just don't see,
that all I want to be, is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem