I try my best to be what they want me to be
I try my best to be as great as I can
But it's never enough.
I'm not perfect,
I admit that,
But who is.
Who would want to be.
I've held tight to the balancing beam that is my life.
Always close to the edge ready to topple.
Always trying to hold on
Because I know if I let go..
Everything will spiral out of control
The person I love the most doesn't seem to love me
The person who is supposed to love me most doesn't.
And no matter how many supportive friends I may have, I'm always alone in the crepid darkness of my mind that no one understands…
Why can't they see it?
I'm not perfect.
But who would want to be.
Who would want to be completely normal.
I've been abandoned
I've been abused.
I've felt pain
I've hurt.
I've cheated
I've loved
I've made mistakes
I'm not perfect
And I guess, everyone wants to be. But no one is…
And I shouldn't be held to such a high standard.
I can't be.
It's not worth being hit over.
I will make mistakes.
Everyone does.
But that doesn't mean I'm broken.
I have the will to be me whether you want to break me or not.
I will take it.
Because I can handle it.
But it won't hurt me anymore.
Because I'm not perfect..
I'm me
And I'm worth being imperfect.
