Поступило предложение попробовать писать стихи по-английски.
Я подумала, а почему бы и нет?

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I'm weak, they say.
They say, I'm always wrong.
And all my life I walk my way,
I walk alone.
Way up too high
Then low and to the other side.
I spread my wings, I fly.
They call me crazy. I don't mind.
Because I am. Insane and proud of it.
I'm out of mind, I'm nuts
And sick to every bit.

No borders needed. No limits and no clue.
I'm free. I'm open and... Are you?