Imperfect
I am imperfect,
In every bit of the word,
Not capable of anything right,
Trying so hard to be good,
Or at least what the society terms as good,
Forgetting who I am,
Prostituting my integrity,
Self worth,
In order to get the approval of man.
I have foolishly forgone true friendship,
For the sake of mere recognition from them that I thought great.
Blindly ignored wise counsel,
To quench my foolish intelligence,
Now as the fate of any villain,
Or witch in a fairytale,
I lay here miserable,
Nowhere to go,
Nothing to do,
But to accept my deeds consequences.
I wouldn't rather be a miserable perfect figure,
Than a happy unworthy being.
I want to be imperfect,
Learn from my mistakes,
Be better...but real.
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