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perfection
I'm not perfect not do I profess to be
So why do you always find problems with me
I'm sick of thinking I've finally been understood
Silly me for believing that I could
For eventually your frustration appears
And your unwelcome comments force my tears
I can't keep explaining or justifying myself to you
You have your opinion of me whether its false or true
So just let me be me and I'll be ok
But I can't keep explaining myself day after day
Each of us is different and that's a good thing
But your comments and snide remarks please don't bring
I may mistakes and I know you do to
But that doesn't make me a lesser person than you
I have my gifts and I have my faults
But that doesn't mean my life will amount to nought
I have my good days along with the bad
I have moments when I'm happy and times I'm sad
I may not have wealth or possess acres of land
But I'm learning that on Christ the Solid Rock I stand
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