The fact is i was composing a novel about my behavior, hence i heard voices like i have said it in my biography that i am mentally disabled and for this reason they all scolded me for this matter.
The fact is even the feelings and a charm suppressed me, hence i ignored them and for this reason kept on composing for this matter. The fact is they are wasting their time and energy, hence i will never stop and for this reason i am not against change for this matter.
The fact is after that illusions, voices and feelings sympathize with me, hence like i care and for this reason i am one man army, so no collaboration and for your information they can shove their sympathy where the sun don't shine for this matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem