Sometimes I wonder what people think of me,
But then I realize I don't care.
All I want is to be free
From their judging and their stares.
So what if I'm not beautiful,
I'm not much to behold,
But behind this simple face is a mind and heart of gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the exactly issue that is going to happen to most of us. but there are things that we might never understand...really... well done.