Every time that I look at myself,
I'm wondering,
Who is that girl? ,
I only know a small part of her,
but then again,
I seem to know everything about her,
Isn't it strange? ,
So when people stare at me,
I'm wondering,
What do they think of me? ,
Do they see me,
the way I see myself? ,
answers to my questions,
I'll never know,
So you could say that I'm trapped...,
Trapped,
In my own thoughts,
waiting till the day,
that I'll find some peace in mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who am I..The girl with a secret heart, has stars in her eyes, hidden beauty, a butterfly waiting to be released! This is who you are! ! Altogether lovely.; D