I condemn the lost.
I judge the broken.
I hate the insane.
All for not being perfect.
I laugh at pity.
I smile at misfortune.
I cherish at failure.
All for not being perfect..
I whisper their secrets.
I point their lies.
I reveal their insecurity.
All for not being perfect.
I scrutinize impurity.
I analyze faults.
I attack blemishes.
All for not being perfect.
I do not stand alone,
We do all of these things,
Is it human nature or the excuse we beseech?
All for not being perfect.
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PoetryPoems I have written, and that were written during times of reflection and thought,