Who am i?
A face, stern and confused;
A form, tall and proud;
My voice, a fly, a bird and yet not silent.
To my parents i am a bud of roses, a diamond of the sea
And in my teacher's eyes, ia m a patient girl,
but really i have no patience in this world.
And to my self, well, i am a good friend,
a great daughter, a talkative chld.
In my family i play the shy girl
the on who never steps out of her box.
As a friend, i am a pal, a pillow and confidant
To my enemies, i'm to be blasted
to be abominated
to be condemned
And to those i do not know, a person
I am no more than a joyful, moody girl,
a happy child.
Who am i anyway?
I am a girl that is loud
and a friend who is trustful
I am alway a chameleon but never of one color.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem