Why don't you care?
Don't you see I'm not perfect?
I can't remember everything,
I mess up on things
I fight back.
Why don't you care?
Don't you see I'm not perfect?
I'm not the best at following orders
And yet you treat me
Like your number one soldier
That's falling out of line.
Why don't you care?
Don't you see I'm not perfect?
And after you show
Your true colors
You hide behind
A smile.
Why don't you care?
I will
Never.
Be.
Perfect!
YOU ARE READING
Freedom
PoetryIt's called "Freedom" because I used to hold all of my feelings inside. Then I found a way to let it go- writing. I'm free again, and I want you to know how I used to feel, and the feelings that still haunt me. Oh, and never forget how dramatic us w...
