I’m not perfect.
Sometimes I’m sweet.
I could be thousands times more kind and better than an angel.
Sometimes I’m bad.
I could be thousands times worst than a wicked evil.
I’m extremely curious.
No one can muffle my curiousity.
I’m depressed, happy, furious, flat, gloomy, ignored for someone : freely.
No one can order my feelings.
Cause I’m selfishly possess my feelings….
I made my kindness, my success.
I made my mistakes, my failures.
I’m responsible through my life, my feelings, my behaviour.
I’m who I wanna Be.
Not your version of me.