Poetic justice...

I am no songbird,

I am no lark!

I am no ordinairy "walk in the park"-

I have my flaws, I have done wrong,

But I am still a girl whoose song's not done...

The sins I bare,

are mine to spare-

Nothing left for me there to share!

I have doubts, I have hurtful thoughts,

No should nore could, would or oughts!

If you can claim the perfect,

Will you then teach me?

I stribe to do good-

but only hatered reach me...

I am what I am, no more-no less!

This is my justice,

a poetic confess...

I am human!

I am me!

Why is that so hard for you to see?

Aina