MY IMPERFECTION
My imperfection
That's what they hate
In there eyes they're a perfect person
And me a person who don't have fate
Ugly and born to be unlucky
That's what they say about me
I was born to die early
And so they can let me feel that no one can love me truly
I tried to get along
At their perfection
But they didn't listen
They throw rocks at me and I break down
Sometimes I'm happy
Then they make me frown
I don't know why I'm sorry
Is it because of my existence
Or is it just my presence?
I'm just quiet on one side
They keep bothering me I don't know why
One thing I know why they do that they despise who am I........MY IMPERFECTION
But here in my heart i know that my imperfection
Makes me a perfect person
My imperfection show s that somehow im right
It shows you to stand up and fight
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my imperfection
Poetrythis poem tells you that the things that makes people hate you is the thing that build you up and you're perfection.