My perfect imperfections

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Carefree I want to be
Why won't you let me
Away from your lies
Away from your tries
Away from the thoughts
Of a tyrant world
Of a messed up society
All that it gives you
Is just anxiety

From the moment I saw the light
I was free
Free to think
Free to act
Free to be
The person I want to be
Not what others want to see in me

I was born to be real
Not to be perfect
Throughout our lives
Humans fear rejection
Want attention
Crave affection
And dream of perfection

Yet that's not me
At least now that ain't me
I think way beyond the horizon
Way over the seas
So keep your boundaries away from me

The slightest thought I get
You've got to know
The bigger is to come yet
My dreams are winged
Never gonna oblige to your insidious whim

Take a look at my brain
Just don't think I'm insane
If you got a glimpse of my wild ideas
Having a dash of craziness
Maybe an edge of sassiness
Who cares if you see them in my looks
Who cares if you sense them in my words

Criticizing me will get you nowhere
Why even try to put me down?!

Like in a cold glossy winter night
When the shivers of the cold invade your body
And the wind blows the yellow leaves
Your venom-quoted words will hurt a bit
But soon will be blown away
By the strong spirit
Of mine
That finally got to find
The perfections in the imperfections

I'm perfect in my own vision
I might have lots of piercings
Hell I might even smoke
My body might be covered in tattoos
Those without a meaning
And those which tell a story
A story that could go on and on
My hair might be colorful
But so is my future you know!

All of this
Is because of one thing
And only one thing
I was true to who I am
To what I look like
I was true with my feeling
My own sensations
I was aware of my own imperfections
My own hesitations

The road to this was not easy
Indeed it was not
More like full of salty tears
And sleepless eerie nights

But with all of my mights
I willed myself to avert my fate
The fate of being weak
The fate of being broken
To this time of being a believer

A believer of myself
A believer of what I have
A believer of whom I want to be

It'd always get the best of you
When you listen to what they say
When they tell you what you should
And shouldn't be

Perfection would then be the death of you
Always infecting you
Messing with you mentally
Haunting you personally
Tearing you emothionally

Even when they tell you
Keep your enemy closer
Maybe you shouldn't listen
As you'd tend to keep it so close
Then your enemy would turn out to be
No one but only you

The perfection of our nature
It's just a question of time
Once you decide to see
That what you've got is satisfactory
You'd cross the first step of acceptance

Acceptance of who you are
Acceptance of what's around
Away from being drifted to the darkness of comparison
That is comparing what you have
To what others do have

It's when the mind builds his own notion of perfection
A notion that is abstract
Yet so strong
If let to miss lead
It miss leads so much

My fragile self I shall not miss
What I am now is such a bliss
I'm all healthy
In my mind I'm wealthy

Face it you're just jealous
Of the person I am now
Your intentions towards me are filthy
That's why you want to bring me down
You want to steal my breath and make me weak
And when you're done you'd make me weep

But just think about it
It's you who is weak
Weak in the mind
Weak in the soul
All the way around
It's only your loss

Stop watching my every move
Go live your life
Create your own perfection
And let me cherish
My perfect imperfections

~H

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