I may not be a perfect person
I do erroneous things,
I have a wicked side,
Or a demon inside me.
I might not perfect
Nevertheless, I do good things,
I have a decent side of me.
And I did not try to do things against Gods will.
I may be writing a poem without restrictions and pretensions,
Maybe I harm you with my words.
But no offence intended,
You may adore me with my verses
But I did not plan it.
Maybe I’m a snobbish person you know,
Or maybe I speak less,
But in my mind, there so many words to say.
I’m not only able to express it verbally.
You may be questioning my identity and loyalty
But whatever your opinion about me,
I don’t mind at all.
Because I’m the one who carves my soul
and etches my personality.
And I’m happy about being me.
© Mari Felices