Perfectly Imperfect

What is seen on the outside is make believe,

Nothing but a false image we wish to achieve.

A fairytale story everyone reads,

To be seen as flowers when we are still simply seeds.

I also have this "filter" curse,

And I admit to it now in this verse.

Wanting to make this fantasy a reality,

That is the way of our society.

In photos you will find smiling and laughing,

But it is simply a ruse to hide the anger and crying.

What is seen is all made up

Instead of half-full, I see a half-empty cup.

People see someone that is a fighter and is strong,

But what they see couldn't be more wrong.

The truth tells a different story,

About a girl who too many times says "sorry".

Always filled with confusion and doubt,

Not knowing if my seed will ever sprout.

Yet, no matter how low I go,

I'll see the end of this show.

Trying to solve life's problems like a quiz,

I'm not perfect but then again, nobody is.

I've made up my mind to see life through,

Following a path that only I drew.

So this is the real me,

Wanting nothing more but to live life happily.

Someone you may not expect,

Who is perfectly imperfect.