Flawed

I am not perfect

Not without a flaw

Irritated by little things

My mood is a blind draw

Anger is not a stranger to me

Surprisingly I have my pride

Jealousy, I’ve felt it before

Can’t say I’ve never lied

I’ve cheated before

I’ll probably do it again

Giving up comes easy

I don’t try as hard as I can

Patience is not one of my riches

Stubbornness is just a trait

Always lacking courage

Quick to lose my fate

I am far from perfect

Not at all ideal

But still I am content

That is how I feel

Author's Note

If you find any problems in my grammar, please tell me so I can fix it! Thanks for reading my poem. :)

Reviews

[Furlie]

... you are not perfect, but that poem is ;))

[Expression]

Nice! Ik had niet verwacht dat je ook jaloers zou zijn ^^, Je bent altijd zo zelfverzekrd enzo.... Waarop ben je dan zoal jaloers? Sorry niet mijn zaak... Maar tog :'D

X. You dear beloved friend (yes I know you love me!), Maisa!