Malicious,
Smirking,
Despiteful.......
He was the one,
With all this attitude,
Jeering around,
No gratitude
When someone helped him.
He was the one
Whom I always wonder,
Why did he wanted to have this attitude,
He liked to blunder
During his examination.
I don't know what is
His real feeling,
Inside his heart,
He tries dealing
With his problems, I think.
I wished I could talk to him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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