Poems and Other Stuff

Imperfection

Society labels certain things as "perfect"

But tell me is it really worth it?

At one point and time everyone feels uncomfortable in their own skin

It's society's misconception that has our mind in a spin

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

At least that's what they tell the owner

And hey there's no such thing as the "right" or "perfect" religion

Believing in a higher being or power is your decision

I'm tired of everyone questioning my sexuality

Why can't they just let me be me and face reality

It's like being with a member of the same gender questions tradition

And that's what causes division

A person becomes an outcast just because they're different

Which causes them to become distant

And give up on life in an instant

All of us have flaws

And those flaws cause our confidence to withdraw

So at the end of the day what really is perfection?

It's nothing but a confession of deception

Hey maybe imperfection is not so much of a bad thing

It's everyone's uniqueness that gives life that "zing"

We all have characteristics that make us who we are

And that's what keeps us wishin' upon a star

Or in other words keeping hope alive

Because that's what really helps us survive

I'm perfectly fine with being imperfect

Because in the end, it's my opinion that's really worth it