Myself Poem by Monica kulal

I am not really not sentimental
You can rather say I am mental
I am little doubtful in what I do
It stuck my heart slow and go
My speech’s only know to flow
There is no end of my glow
My respects have no thoughts
Since It always gained a fought
My hair wave like air
No worries, I am dreaming black and fair
Gratitude is what I prefer for enemies
Hateness, I like to give for friendship
What should I tell about myself?
When you have already read it yourself