My eyes hurt from the tears
My soul aches from the pain
I feel out of place now
I no longer have a place to call home
All that finds me is the faulty finger
All my works are thrown into a burning car
All my words fell into deaf ears
My goodness is what their eyes misses
One wrong word I utter is what they hold against me
I feel so inhuman not allowed to make mistakes
They expect perfection from me but am far from perfect
Full of flaws is what am, but I want them to find peace with my flaws
Not push me to the impossibility of being a perfect
Because no one is perfect, no one is capable of being perfect
I wish they could see through my eyes and hear the whisper of my thoughts
Then they would not blame me, they will know how am fighting to keep them happy
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MIDNIGHT MIND
Poetrywriting words that the heart utters The thoughts the minds ponders The verses the mouth is too ashamed to mutter
