mayawrites

It’s hard to be humble, don’t you think?
When you’re sharp, and cunning, and clever with ink.

Whether its weaving intricate stories, equations or debate,

Always  the winner, always checkmate.

When you’re adorable and sweet, and Lord so pretty,

It’s tough being the captain of superior committee.

When you’re the finest at your art, elite in sport,

Humourous and witty, ready with a wily retort.

When your typing speed is beyond limits,

A baller perpetually hitting wickets.

When you’re so admired and adored, isn’t it a surprise,

When you’re expected to compromise?

I really am a hell of a girl, (but I never brag,)

Always the denner in a persistent game of tag.

The mirror in desperate haste, to earn glimpse so subtle,

So impeccable and refined, a perplexing puzzle.

Oh lord, its hard to be humble, when you’re perfect in every way,
Flawless in all aspects, never victim to betray.

People are so fortunate, to be in my presence,

Lack of ego, lack of imperfections!