I can’t help the way I am
You have to accept me as I am
I admit I am not perfect
Oh! My imperfection, I love it.
Trying to change me
Don’t you dare
I come with a warning label
‘Handle me with care’.
Sometimes I tend to lose my discretion
Also, I drown in deep depression
I know I act like a child
Why do you care? After all it’s my life!
I don’t want to be a duplication
I am happy being a treasure of imperfections
I have my own way of living
If you can’t get it, you don’t fit in.
what a poem it is....simple but very powerfull...i like the poem very much...nice work keep it up....please read..whom do i belong to? and the idea of an idea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks...........i'll surely read your poems