Sighing I avoid the group
Thinking they might see
In my actions something wrong
Going on in me
Must I always fear to join
Always hiding dread
Never standing with the crowd
Only in my head
From now on I'm trying to
Ignore the fear that grips
Going on about my life
Hearing from my lips
This is who I am, and I'm
not ashamed of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Beatrice. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks