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 !