I'm imaginative.
There's not much I can do about it.
Free thinker.
Dreamer.
Useless.
Writer.
Reader.
Good-for-nothing.
Artist.
Loved.
Hated.
Friend.
Enemy.
And yet,
despite all of the bad,
and in spite of all the good,
I love it.
I love being me
and I will continue to be me,
forever and after.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem