Broken People

I wish to be with the broken people
the get in your face challenge me people
The sometimes hidden
sitting in a dark corner kind of people
The don't you love me
I wish you'd see me sort of people
People just being real people
not having to have it all together people
Them doing their best to figure it out people
dancing and singing without the music people
The strongest kind of people
I don't care about their mistakes
They don't need to be perfect to win,
and there are people who believe perfection is the key
but we're stronger than them
I'll start with just listening
Beyond appearance of fat or thin
I only know what I know
I dont know their experiences,
but I know it's hard.
We'll start 
with our broken smiles
It's the best we've got
It might seem like so little 
But I still think it's still too much for anyone who's never done it,
Tears in our eyes,
whispering in the mirror,
"you're stronger than them"
we didn't learn in school how cruel people can be,
we never learned how to be happy
but we taught it to ourselves anyways,
wearing a smile we know is uncomfortable,
but what can we do?
The smile is what they expect.
So forget the fake people
the plastic people
the all about perfect hair and clothes people
The I live in the right neighborhood and drive the right car people
It's all about me people,
the people who care too much, never show it people
those too important to talk to me people.
I'm stronger than them.
They don't understand that 
We're worth something too.
I love the real people
the people who don't always know how important they are, 
it's heartbreaking, because you want to embrace them and whisper,
"you're stronger than them"
Worth listening to if allowed to speak
the stories they tell will make your laugh,
and they'll make you cry,
but emotions make you real
For in the end
we are all broken
Disguising hurt with our joking, and our smiles
So look close maybe you'll see
eyes that aren't blank 
hearts that aren't empty
Who we think of as complicated
in the end are as simple as anyone else
They might push when others come close
but they are affectionate,
Each just a bit afraid and broken 
broken
but people who are beautiful,                                                                                                                                                                              not only despite,
but because of their scars,
that which makes them real. 
that which speaks,
not in a way that is self-centered,
but reminding,
not reprimanding, 
but explaining.
not harsh,
but firm,
"I'm stronger than them"
"I'm stronger than you"
the people who say this,
they are the real people.
the broken people