There is no perfection,
yet you demand I'm to be it.
No one can be perfect,
yet you say I need to be.
You think I'm:
rude,
boyish,
stupid,
fat,
and more.
You may be right about me,
but your wrong!
I can be rude;
and I hate being girly;
I can act, sound, and be stupid;
and I like eating so I could be fat;
but your wrong about me needing to be perfect.
I can't be what doesn't exist.
If that's what you want,
then keep looking,
but I'll never be perfect.
Especially to you!
To me,
I'm perfect!
To my friends,
I'm perfect!
To him,
I'm perfect!
So,
screw you for wanting the impossible
from me!
I'll never be perfect,
I'll never achieve perfection.
I like being imperfect,
because imperfection is possible.
When you find perfection,
come find me.
Tell me which is better,
boring perfection,
or imperfection?
While your at it,
tell me when you find
someone who's normal.
No one is normal,
there's only abnormal.
Just like there's only imperfection.
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Poems for Everything (Part#1)
De TodoThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
