I think I'm feeling better, more mature,
Than how in my whole life I've ever been,
But maybe it's too soon to tell for sure
That I have found my essence deep within.
Because I may be weak and uncontrolled
And this deceptive world keeps me in chains
Or by my nature I may be too bold
And, although small, I want to hold the reins.
Yet, if I say I'm good, I do not boast
And how are other people, I don't care,
For maybe I have sinned in life the most,
But now I'm like a flower fresh and fair.
All people are good-natured and alert,
But diamonds are deep buried in the dirt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem