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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 ...

Imperfect

Imperfect 
I do things
Right when 
Someone 
Raises eyebrows
Chases my shadows
That looks so imperfect


I say words.
Imperfect..
That when heard..
Seems incorrect
Misinterpreting
Which they 
Interlude
How rude
That I meant
Quiet the opposite
Without a dialect
Just thrown towards imperfect

Imperfect
I draw
Lines that don't align
As who listens
And acts like they hear
Anymore
But a door 
Thats shown to me
Is reject
While abstinence
Goes Imperfect






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