troubled

I have no idea, who you might be,

I never questioned it;

I don't even remember if I have ever been eager to know,

if it ever mattered.

I don't know why you have chosen me,

what I might be capable of, which others can't;

I have never worked anything great out,

I have never stood out,

I never received any important or famous awards.

The only time my name appeared on the paper
was when I passed the university entrance exam,

I am not even acquainted with anyone famous,

I have no links to any important person.

Those who know me, all know me in person
or have heard my mother talking about me.

I am not even reading the newspaper these days,
not even listening to the news,

I am just trying to satisfy myself with my books;

so now I don't have a clue what you could be searching for,

what you are expecting from me,

for I am still keen enough to have paid attention to your remarkably demanding look.

Do I have to make you leave me my life,

just like all others before you?