I may not be perfect, but at least I know who I am. I may not be a fighter, but I know how to walk alone in dreary desserts. I may not have wings to fly, but my dreams have.
I may not control my tears, but at least it’s not fake. I may not be the richest girl, but guess what? Who cares! I may not write the best, but my words are true.
I may not be loved, but I am in love. I may not express myself, but my eyes don’t lie. I may not be perfect, but it’s just me.
It was first published in my blog: https://rupsachakraborty.wordpress.com/category/poem/