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*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 ...
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Tis Nothing

Nothing perhaps is wrong..
Nothing perhaps gets exceedingly long.
Nothing perhaps can be so strong..
That it cannot see how vehemently..
It gave in to the one who didn’t ever belong.
Nothing perhaps is left out..
Nothing perhaps is misfortune..
Nothing perhaps can seep in free of doubt.
That it finally seems to be peeling off..
Like the dried out skin..
Gorging out like the blatant drum roll over tin.
Nothing perhaps was there..
Nothing perhaps will spare..
Nothing perhaps will even lend a stare..
Nothing perhaps that one last word..
That has pulled back from getting overboard.
Realizing being allured is not freedom.
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