At the first day I knowing my life,
Everything was too hard for me to handle it alone,
I was pretended of being friendly,
I was fake when come to be the real me,
These uncolored days being perfected by those monochromed nights,
Each of it almost feels alike,
When my life starts maturing myself,
I appreciate for what I had,
I learn to maximize my new sight,
I just truly follow the true light,
And it is a fight!
Then, met various type of people,
There are too many things they need to handle,
Each one will have their own hard time,
It's surely an excited climb,
Now I realize how wonderful it was,
Those are the the hardest things to forget the most,
I thank to Allah because I've been created,
This is the diaries of Mr. Imperfect !
