I am nice not cos I’m an angel but cos I choose to be.
I am forgiving not cos I am dumb but cos I choose to believe nobody is perfect.
I am generous not cos I am rich but cos I choose to pamper people I love.
I am often taken for granted and easily maybe cos I give too soon and too much too fast.
I am sick of always being the one tying the whole group together and making everyone come together.
I must learn to be as arty as the stuffs I like; unreadable and unpredictable.
I must learn to close up and not share everything under the sun like I love to.
I am not obliged to do more than I should.
I am only human.