I know i'm not perfect,
so why,
do you expect me to be this way?
i thought you loved me,
was i wrong?
do you want me to be this way?
if so,
i don't.
i'm not perfect,
you should've realized that by now.
But you haven't,
so you keep trying,
to cut me up,
ironic,
that doesn't make me perfect.
yet you do it anyway,
why?
Don't you see?
nobody will be like her,
you can't turn me into Sarah,
so why try?
Just accept me as i am,
oh wait...
you can't!
You never have,
and you never will!
YOU ARE READING
Opinionated(complete)
Poetryit's just as it sounds...a collection of some of the poems I've written containing my views on certain things in the world....feel free to leave a comment, ok?
