I am, the perfectly imperfect, All the roles I play, Can't I ever slay I'm not the best daughter, I'm not the perfect mother, And I'm absolutely an imperfect teacher. I do feel guilty, I do get lost I miss out on precious moments, I do find myself in many a spot. Nonetheless I'll keep trying, Instead of lamenting and crying. Probably I'll be able to sort out, Yet perfect I'm NOT!