You call me a freak, because you don’t know me.
You don’t know me, because you never tried.
How do you know who I am?
What gives you the right to judge me?
If I’m like this, there’s a reason.
A reason for me to be different,
To be special.
I’m proud of who I am,
I’m proud of who my friends are.
I love my life and everything in it.
So don’t judge me, don’t talk about me.
You don’t even know me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem