Like most,
I too have my faults.
Imperfections.
Blemishes and flaws detected.
And pray everyday I do.
That God keeps me blessed.
To have others perceive,
My self confidence and arrogance...
Is the only way I attempt to hide,
Those faults.
Blemishes and flaws.
They think I am not aware I have.
As quickly as they do to admit,
Their imperfections.
And medications they take to avoid them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem