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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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Where Are You ?

I walked all night ..
And still couldn’t find you.
Dusk turning grey..
The blinking owl out for prey..
Bleeding sky sulking polite..
Soon the sunset went out of sight..
But still couldn’t find you.
Cried out loud..
My echo touched the cloud..
The voices that I heard..
Were mine but sounded staggered.
Why didn’t I warn you not to fight..
As I still couldn’t find you.
There’s a place where I can stay..
But don’t feel like ending the chase today.
Why can’t the night just bring back some light..
As I am still out looking for you.
Now it’s pitch dark..
With the distant dog bark.
I am sitting at this old bench in the park.
Incase you see my spark..
The wind cover is chilly..
Why am I acting silly.
Have I lost the way home?
Now aunt will shout at the way I roam.
Should I keep looking tonight..
Maybe darkness might find you..
Or take me to a place new..
What difference does it make…
As there is never enough bread to bake.
And with you being out..
Nobody’s going to eat I doubt.
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