You know nothing about me.

Following the same format, except for the rhyme scheme which is abcddcba.

Nobody has it all.

Some day, life on this earth will end for each one of us.

Our mind can be a very, good friend or it can be our worst enemy.

I think we all know just how impatient a seven year old child can be, and yes, I am speaking of myself.

I do my best for you.

You were not fit to be my man.

This writing is about my purpose, to help all others find their way.

Caught red-handed.