Sunsets of us

The deep orange of a sunset. 

The massive crash of the sea.

But none is more beautiful,

more powerful than me

I may have a small muscles.

Two left feet when I dance. 

I may sing badly,  

whenever I get the chance. 

i may be skinny, 

And wear far too much eyeliner. 

I may get mad easy, 

may be identified as a whiner. 

But that's what the world will do, 

It will focus solely on the negative. 

It will try to block out the compliments, 

no mater how repetitive. 

But that's what makes us human,

Its the issues, the imperfections. 

You gotta break their rules,

just throw away the directions.

Because like each sunset, 

we are all unique.

And without all of our differences, 

imperfections is what we'd seek.