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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

Reason

Think of a way..
This is going to stay.
To endless hypothesis..
Relentlessly pray.
Hold onto the state..
It can always relate.
Trapped fearlessly..
Is fate.
Tricked inadvertently..
But negate.
Sold to the cause..
Ignoring flaws.
Soaking furiously
The patience..
Revolting aimlessly..
Your conscience.
Scattered are the leaves..
This season.
Dripping till it aches.
Mended walls..
That got thicker.
Day dreaming sights..
Tried hideouts cowardly.
Accumulating fights..
Avoiding collision.
As awaken by a desire..
Is a single faith.
That there’s got to be a Reason.

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