Imperfection
I'm always the wrong but I don't care,
I have my own mind; I take my share.
Everyone's looking at me like I'm crazy, but I state my mind.
I'll move on in life, leave everything else behind.
I'm an imperfection but I like that,
I live free, like a stray street cat.
My thoughts may seem like an error to you,
But the path less taken is the one I go through.
You're so plain; I can barely see you exist.
You're like everyone else, you don't resist.
So call me stupid, call me crazy.
But I can laugh while you're left hazy.
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