A poem, by me, Timothy Lu.

We are molded by our parents, grandparents, and teachers that shape us into what we will become one day, and there will be times we will mess up, but we are to keep going strong on the right path.

Is anyone really perfect? The naswer is no. There are no perfect people in this world. We all struggle to be perfect, but all we really can do is our best. Sometimes we’ll mess up. If we realize we messed up and change to do better, then we come closer to being perfect. But no person can ever be 100% perfect.

Words anyone can relate to.