How can it be that a soul so pure
Be over looked and disregarded
I am human aren’t I?
Or are my imperfections
Your views of my internal reflection
Beauty is skin deep, isn’t it?
Or am I not worthy of penetrating
Is my exterior made of a hard membrane?
Who knows, maybe you lack the effort?
Just give me a chance,
you’ll see, You’ll see
that from the impermeable cocoon
Lies inside beauty similar to
A butterfly
Let me fly and be free
And soon you’ll see
That inside of you
Lies A little bit of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem