When someone is fed to adapt,
To deceptions and lies told.
That's all they know.
Like the giving of a nickname,
That isn't the same as one's birth name.
With perceptions that stick,
Until one stops accepting it.
Only to be thought of as being unreal.
When in fact...
A choice to remove all false traps,
Can leave one feeling...
Truth and reality,
Many would rather run away from that.
'Oh?
So 'now' you want to be called something 'different'?
~No.
Not at all.
I prefer to be called my name.~
'But that's not who you are.
What right do you have to change? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not only the name, the gender and the qualifications are all changed! so strange!