Judge me all you want.
That doesn't bother me one bit.
I've already done that self examining thing.
With an assessment of every blemish I have...
And with flaws to forgive.
Apparently you have yet to do this!
And I use to have patience,
To accept people like you...
But today,
There are too many like you...
Who are uncomfortable within their own skins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem