I'm not perfect
a lost soul on the street
trying to find myself
I have zits
and an upturned nose
I am sad
I am happy
I cant be perfect
I can be mean
I am jealous
I always worry
about things that havent yet happened
sometimes I follow
lately I have lead so?
I am not proud of when...
I did so follow
I cry
I laugh in others expense
only to keep what I have
but now I'm learning to accept what it different
Its quite beauitful really.
Isnt it?
but not perfect
I have a room
I have clothes
and here I am complaining
not fair for the people in Africa is it?
See I'm not perfect.
I am not very strong
I cant comfort people
when they are down
Maybe cause I'm still trying to comfort myself
I am selfish
I am sad
I take the world and hold it by the hand
but I can never give what it is asking of me.
I cant give
I can take
I cant hug.
I can be loved
I demand
I will seek
will I find?
I am useless at sport
I write like theres no end.
(But we all know there is an end for us all)
I am not going very good at life
I am trying to find myself
so I can make me better
but I'll never be perfect
I'm human after all.