I try to stay still,

But everything keeps bringing me down ,

And now I’m a clown .

I thought I was right ,

Only to find out I was wrong,

And it took me so long ,

To realise this .

Perhaps I blabbler too much ,

So I should just keep quiet.

Buried in my own world are sorrows ,

And the utmost of insecurity.

I try to speak ,

But no one can understand ,

So I just give them a peek .

I’m not perfect ,

So please don’t try to detect ,

But please learn how to protect ,

My soul and spirit which hold no perfection.

I’m not perfect ,

So please free me ,

From the claws of society ,

Which keep grinding me down .

Perhaps I deserve to be alone ,

For I can’t connect with no one .

Perhaps I need no friend ,

Because they bring my end ,

And why you say ,

Because they judge too much .

I’m not perfect ,

I’m full of flaws ,

So please let go of your expectations,

And your speculations .

I’m not perfect !