I can accept my mistakes

Just as easily as I bake cakes.

I can always move forward with my life,

Yet I also know how to sharpen a knife.

To bond with creatures

Is not only in my nature,

But is part of the love that defines me.

Compassion and ambition confine me

And enforce my good nature.

I find kindness easily,

But forgiveness comes queasily.

I take pride in my accomplishments,

But one could never mistake it for overconfidence.

They would be a fool to misjudge,

For I always take accusations as a drudge;

Yet I almost never hold a grudge.