A person I want to forget, 
Is a person I have not met.
A person so caring and warm, 
A heart that is broken and torn.
A person I htink of all the time, 
His name I can not rhyme.
A person who means the world to me, 
Though they do not know.
A person who I can not be mad at, 
They like me even if I think im fat.
A person who thinks im crazy, 
Im a person who can be lazy.
A person who like a laugh, 
A person who doesn't know I exsist.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its like you're talking about a distant and lost childhood self. But you aren't though cos of the his. But yeah anyway, that ideal of a perfect person that causes everyone else to be a dissapointment. It is quite unhealthy in that respect.