Still...

Still, I have a dream to be someone, the important one, but I prefer to be the good one, so everyone needs me…
Still, I want to be a good one, but I may do something wrong, I need other to remind me when I do wrong…
Still, I can’t accept what people talk about me sometimes, but I’m just a human and I keep thinking what people say to me, though I’m not show it…
Still, I want to be love and I want to feel love, but this life has been too verbally for me, so I can’t feel it until others declare it…
Still, I want to forgive everyone who faults me, but I’ll try to forgive my faults too…
Still, I really hope that my faults have been forgiven, but I’ll try to introspect myself…
Still, I want to ask one thing…

Man dzalladzii maa saa a qath?
Wa man lahu, lahul husna faqath?

Don’t see my faults from the magnifier lens (kaca pembesar bahasa Inggrisnya apa ya??)