Nobody is perfect, it's a fact of life,
but please end this strife...
People tease as much as they please,
murders accure, they even assure that
a certain person has no feelings, but...
they are wrong.
I try to tell them, I pick a fight,
but I know they'll never see
the light..
What's the point, they never listen, so
they shall never glisten.
They hear me call, but they leave me,
as I begin to fall..
They think their life is perfect,
but it's not at all.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem