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.