I keep a hard shell
because I feel like I need to.
I act all tough and happy;
but inside, I'm crushed and feeling blue.
I just know the world wouldn't understand me
because I'm a weird neurotic lass.
My mind works in abnormal ways;
I tend to dwell on the past.
There's just so much in myself
that people don't get.
But one bit of these things,
I'll never regret.
I may have uttered words
here and there,
sang some lines
that weren't dealt with care.
But I will never go back
and change anything,
not even if someone
offered me a pair of wings.
All my flaws and my faults,
they all make me.
I'm still growing and learning.
At the moment, there's no one I'd rather be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I used your poem on a birthday card for a friend, it was perfect. thanks Spocky.