Poetry By Me

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Nobody is as they seem

We all have scars we conceal

And thoughts we lock up

And worries we camouflage

Everybody has secrets

And insecurities 

And deep cuts

That bleed when no one is looking

Staining our minds

And our bodies

Never knowing what to do

Or when

We are wild flowers

All of us

Unique and different

And yeah

A little weird

All we want to do is disappear

Because we fear

All our smeared

And teared

Will be interfeard

And our once cheered

And perfectly engineered

Would be seared

And all would be cleared

They say no one is perfect

But I don't think

That true

Because I choose to believe

That everyone has a chance to be perfect

Because "perfect" isn't all mighty

To be perfect means

To be expectantly you

To be perfect means to be 

Pleasant to others

And to be charitable 

And honorable

We need to raise each other up

Not fight to keep someone down

We need to accecpt people for who they are

And not who we want them to be

L.O.M