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