You need to fit the normal, You need to look the same.
Don't dare be yourself or forget to comb your hair
Unless you want the ridicule or the sly remarks
You must fit in my dear, fit in
If only people realised the wrappings not the prize
Its the soul inside the package. Not the wrapping you should prize
so dont just pick a package for its wrapping, remember its what's inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem