My mind is the boat.
That keeps my thoughts afloat.
While others drown.
I sit floating against the waves, happy, I never frown.
The ones drowning were the sailors that flocked towards the siren.
Most never liked me, but it doesn't matter, so I say 'iight then'.
The point that I'm stressing is; I'm me.
As long as I can stand what I see in the mirror, I'll stay me.
I stay above the influence, higher than Cloud 9.
Many try to assail me, but I'll believe me I'll be fine.
I think these words may have lost some of you, so I'll elucidate.
My goals are fixed so call it fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem