Perfect Mistakes

I'm ready to float away on a cloud and let the wind blow me away and stop me when I'm where I belong. I wanna get away, get away, get away and push away the fact that I'm human because apparently I can't make mistakes. I'm done with the words The Condemnation The so-called perfection that people blame on me. Why can't I be the spitting image of normality? Why does it take so much work to be me when being someone else seems so incredibly easy. Maybe not easy, but easier easier than living up to the pedestal I'm placed on. That's why I "can do no wrong". I wanna take a day where I close my eyes and float away and let my dreams run around and soak up the freedom of being a human. A new man because woman is too planned. Being a man is about expecting the unexpected. Being a man is being unplanned Being a woman is having everything in the palm of your hand Wanting power over something that isn't yours Now that's a woman. Life is made on mistakes. You can't plan a mistake Don't regret that you are made of your mistakes Just remember that who you are is not your mistakes The mistakes I've made are locked away and keep me away from being myself every single day I don't know what I'm made of but my mistakes were made in the dark only seen by who can see the impossible They know that it's possible for me to slip up they know I'm human. I'm human, right? I'm human. Remind me again of what I am because that word is new to my tongue and fresh to my lips Is there a possibility that I don't deserve this rope of perfection I never thought I did That's why I never cared enough to live up to it Don't get me wrong I wanna be close I wanna say I got as far as I could go sometimes I just don't see fit to aim higher though Am I wrong? for thinking that humanity isn't as strong as the facades they put on to prove their imperfection because they love to make mistakes but regret the person they've become Well lucky them, because sometimes I'm ashamed of the person I am. But now and then I play pretend and put on a face of a happy end and hope that mends the sorrow. There are those times where I fasten in the facade I'm in and get lost in the fake until people awake, awake, awake and open their eyes to the mask in front of them so I won't have to play pretend and get caught in the lie I'm in but maybe they won't care because I do it all for them. So in the end, I lose and you win because my individuality is hidden and I join you to play pretend that this world is where I stand holding it all in my hand and destroying it in my mind because I can never find time to do it for real Because I'm too busy being Perfect.