I Am Imperfect

I am imperfect
I think that it’s impossible to be anything but, and yet
I long to be humanity’s one spectacular exception
I wish that my subconscious would listen to reason… it tells me

I am deceptive
I feel that I am living a double life
I dream of and dread the day that people truly see me
I wish they were aware of the ocean of sins I carry

I am conflicted
I believe that if I’m perceived, they will be disgusted, worse, disappointed
I dream of finally bellowing out this polluted river in my lungs
Of being held and comforted in my filth without a second’s hesitation

Yet I know that I am lovable
I know my loved ones would do exactly what I’ve been dreaming
I know, deep down, that what I’m truly afraid of
Is seeing myself in all of my depravity, and knowing that I’m undeserving

I am imperfect
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