Sometimes it makes me feel good inside, when people call me an angel.
Then afterwards it gets me thinking, I am not perfect at everything.
So why do some people call me an Angel?
I do make bad choices sometimes.
Now I see.
It is because Angels are not made by being perfect.
They are made Angels because of what's on the inside of their hearts.
That is why some people look at me like an Angel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem