I'm not a saint

I'm not a saint,
Neither an angel,
That always smile through her pain,
And don't mind sharing her bagel.

But it ain't wrong to always wish
And pray not to be devilish.
To always be grateful for every dish
And not immersing myself in anguish.

Being kind is not being weak,
Because strength is needed to not be a prick,
Or to not make others feeling sick,
Or to not end up as a nitpick.

I'm not a saint,
Neither an angel,
But I don't mind trying to be one,
For I believe the rewards would be fun.