Perfect

 

 

 

I know I’m not perfect

I’m not what you want me to be

I’m not pretty or smart

I’m just me

But I don’t mind

Being seen as what I’m not

The words cannot hurt me

My heart can’t be bought

I'll sit here forever

Just so you’ll see

You can never break me

I always fight not flee

So give me two seconds  

And I’ll show you the way

That our views are not set in stone

But rather in clay

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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