I’m tired of your sugar coated nasty lies.
Always right,
Even when you're wrong.
It makes me want to pull out my hair.
-One strand at a time! -
I hope you know...
I can see under that clever disguise.
You put on a great show,
Little angelic demon.
Guilty, Guilty!
Call the judge...
But of course, all I do is smile and nod.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem