Some expect me to be perfect but I’m not for nobody
is. I have my mistakes, weaknesses and fears but I’m so contented for
whatever life I have now.
And it doesn’t matter where I came from, my
title or my family name. It’s always my dignity as a person that counts.
Others may see me as a stone not a gem, and I don’t give a damn.
I know
who I am. How I care for people I love. What I think and what I feel.
Me, myself and I. Not perfect but just the way I want it
