Imperfectly Perfect

I may push you

I demand

I insist

and not guilty

You’r so annoying

becoming vulnurable with temptations

you were not such type before

Why?

I am tired, the whole of my self

I can’t bear it

You believe I can

Your expectation’s too high

and I am not sorry

Too beautiful to reject

God gave me them

I’m enjoying

I was not such type before

but I was and am me forever

no reason