I’m not that type of girl,
Even if it looks that way.
I understand what you saw.
I’m not sure what to say.
I’m sorry you now have,
this whole new idea of me.
Although I know it isn’t true,
my accidental actions are ones to rue.
This, I know, was a misconception.
Changing your view was not my intention.
I’m not that type of girl, I’m sure,
and yet, a punishment,
is one I’ll have to endure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem