Why me
you think of me as the freak I am
you see me not as I see with in
so why do you stand there for
asking the question you've asked many before
I ask these questions thinking your not sincere
but in the end it's not hard to show to me you shall not fear
You hope that in the end you can call me your dear
and hold me tight
where I'm forever in your sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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