I can accept my mistakes
Just as easily as I bake cakes.
I can always move forward with my life,
Yet I also know how to sharpen a knife.
To bond with creatures
Is not only in my nature,
But is part of the love that defines me.
Compassion and ambition confine me
And enforce my good nature.
I find kindness easily,
But forgiveness comes queasily.
I take pride in my accomplishments,
But one could never mistake it for overconfidence.
They would be a fool to misjudge,
For I always take accusations as a drudge;
Yet I almost never hold a grudge.