Sometimes we predict the things we can’t see
SO unknown yet clear as day,
we seem to perceive
a term we now use for beauty
Yet I'm beautiful, just not flawlessly
Look at my face, I’m drawn imperfectly
Look at my past, flaws have forever followed me
why can my smile light atleast one, in every three?
Kindness, courage with faith, is some of my strategy
Follow my wisdom, i’ll lead you to peace
Follow my lead, as I adorn you simply
Be who YOU are, and watch how you sleep
You’ll never drift off with counting sorry sheep
I wonder ..
Where would I be, without being me ..
I’d be the sorry girl I once always seem to be,
Lost in a maze full of foolery
A world in which, we all seem to be
Where would I look if I tried to be SHE
A queen size bedspread, trying to become a king sized sheet
I inhale ..
Look at the BIG picture, one filled within we
Stop trying to compare, happiness falls under not one single tree
FIGHT for whatever shenanigans you believe
FIGHT for whatever makes you happy
Make yourself fit into your own society
I exhale ..
Then watch utopia begin to accept you,
Flawless I am, yet not to society, but
Society falls under the way he accepts me
which makes me ..
- Imperfection is beauty, understand the legend, and die happy -
Lady Jaey *