The Diaries of Mr. Imperfect

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 !