its not what i am today, 
i lost myself somewhere yesterday, 
i remember i was not so proud, 
now i stand lonely in a crowd, 
when i was perfect i didnt took it so, 
now im imperfect i dont wanna know, 
its past that i can never forget, 
its future that i never dreamed, 
and present i am just worried about, 
my life is what i never thought about.
its not what i am today 
i lost myself somewhere yesterday.
its the inner me that wants to burst out, 
but the outter me is just so scared to let it out, 
the result is what i am worried about, 
if it would be good, or so bad to live it out.
the past is what i can never change, 
but still i keep thinking on the same thing.
i am so tired of pretending now, 
so i have actually forgotten of who i am.
its not what i am today, 
i lost myself somewhere yesterday.
and tomorrow is what i now behold
the only thing that i am worried about.
and theres no one i can share with, 
they actually ran from the pretending me.
and now i live alone, 
thinking what i exactly did wrong.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    