It may be fun when one is younger,
To create lies and make up stories to tell...
On those people chosen to victimize.
Those who carry pain inside of themselves,
Most of their lives they can not hide.
But the ones who are most affected,
By their deceptions and wickedness...
Are the many who age at various stages,
As guilts upon their minds begin to visit.
While their misdeeds offer no escapes or exits.
'God does not like those who perform acts ugly.
To leave proof of it with them to snuggle and hug.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem