My outermost figure cannot be neglected, but my core can be rejected for I've got flaws.

My soft paws has deep claws, in a minute, it can destroy perfect jaws.

My silky voice can produce hate, unlocking stages for anxiety to actuate.

My lovable personality can change, delivering ideas that I am someone strange.

My jovial behavior can be cantankerous, who could ever tell I was as stubborn as Icarus?

My pure adorable looks can be dangerous, it lures everyone closer to someone obstreperous.

My attitude changes without an uptake, but I am certain that I am certainly not a fake.

Perfect, that I wasn't, I'm not, and will never be, but I try my hardest to be the best version of me.

A/N: Now if you don't mind, click on that little star and drop your thoughts! Don't forget, I am always ready to take your orders.

^Love, Naomi^