I have been told,
I had been spoiled.
But no one I knew to know,
Has of yet come forward...
To admit the doing of it.
As I demanded to a getting,
Everything done my way.
However...
If earning to deserve,
What I have received...
That others began to notice.
I can say I stay,
Motivated enough to enjoy...
My efforts to endeavor,
Have finally achieved...
Some kind of recognition.
That those who believe,
They know me...but don't.
Had no idea what or who,
Provided the incentive...
To keep me pleased and spoiled
By...
Appreciating what I've done,
With an expressing...
Of their support.
And I guess my witnessed,
Happiness...
Has others to declare,
That I have been spoiled.
And all my life.
Although it for them,
Continues to go unknown...
As to what or whom,
The doing of it...
They can say to blame.
Or accuse.
'He was always like that.
Even as a child.'
-Spoiled? Or determined? '-
'Uh...? Uh...
Give me another choice.'
-Motivated? -
'Yeah! That's it.
He was spoiled and inspired,
By motivation.
To then believe,
He can and would...
One day achieve successfully.
To prove it and with ability.'
-His own?
Or yours? -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem