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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem