No one understands,
Just the way I think.
No one understands,
Why I am me.
I think the way I do,
Because that's how I am.
That is the concept
They have to understand.
I can't like what they
Say I should.
Or do what they say,
I have got to do
Things in my own way.
I can't do everything they say,
Or be who they want me to be.
Most of all,
I have got to be me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem