Perfectness
does
not
exist
in
this
world.
No
one
is
perfect.
No
one
is
100
percent
kind.
Everyone
lies.
To
not
would
be
a
curse.
The
world
is
split
in
two.
People
believe
it
is
split
as
in
PERFECT
and
NOT PERFECT.
In
reality,
it's
kind
and
not kind.
Like
there
is
heaven
and
hell.
I
for
one,
am
in
the
middle.
Those
in
the
middle
go
to
the
unaccepted
place-
Limbo.
Limbo
is
full
of
souls
with
no
place
to
go-
natural.
I
am
a
nobody.
I
belong
there.
I
want
to
be
there...
YOU ARE READING
. . .
PoesiePoems that relates to one poet's... depressing... lovesick... accidental--life.
