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I am Imperfect Me


Constantly in pain

My own thoughts driving me insane

Life is just a drain

But the misery is only in my brain

 

A family that is perfection

Offers me protection

I am the infection

Responsible for all misdirection

 

Sisters that are all a beautiful set

Understanding a world I don't get

Passing every standard I haven't met

I'm trapping my family in my failure net

 

The word is confuing

It seems I'm always losing

The world is of their choosing

My failures are far from amusing

 

In a perfect place

I am the disgrace

Trying to make my own space

Stuck in their impeccable embrace

 

Their perfect simplicity

And my struggle to be free

It is what taught me to be

Imperfect me

 

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