overjoyed to taste the world's madness
making God as my reliable witness
purifying the air that i breathe
thinking something about sweet defeat
though triumph will not just knock within your feet
i dont even understand
worst i dont want to comprehend
they are staring at me
as if they really knew the real me
amusing! how the attention ablaze me
they are telling things just to hurt me
things that will make me discouraged
not even building a strong spirit to have couraged
sometimes they are too harsh
making my unreachable dreams to crash
all because there is an obvious defect
squeezing me tighter with that effect
can they easily change the physical blot?
a wishful thinking right on the spot
but i really bet they cannot
so what if i am like that
instead of grieving i just accept the fact
that ain't a big deal
im just making it real
and they judge what i tell
i am what i am
and nobody can change that till im gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well said, kid.. (',)