I am not in the competition
Still people completing,
I am not in the race
Still people racing with me.
I don't want to
But people tease me
As in their race
I was left behind.
I am outside the flow
And outside all genuine
I don't know the pro-forma
And all trusted brackets.
Because I am out
Shouting from the beginning
It's not a race (not true)
But one where I am
Not racing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem