They act like they're perfect.
Because in their world they are.
In everyones world their perfect
But they need to learn to separate
their world from real life.
They ignore whats going on around them
That's why they never realize that
you hate them. And that your just waiting
for the day they or you die.
They don't even see the hints
that are right infront of their noses.
Or the ones that smack them across the face.
Only when you make a movement such as
punching them, or stop being around them.
Do they EVER realize that certain people don't like them.
Then they start to break down.
But when they think their perfect,
They know nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem