imPerfection
Who were we before we knew what the world wanted?
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I'm always in balance
I know how to dance that dance
Got no stains on my hands
I'd never give them a chance
To see
The imperfection that I am
Everyday, I hide something
That I don't think is good enough
I hide and hide till I disappear
And I don't know who I'm showing off.
I stare into the mirror and see
A reflection of the world.
But what about me?
How do I look?
How did I smile before?
How did I laugh?
Before I trained myself
How did I feel
Before I practiced my reactions?
Can I get it back?
My authentic self
Or maybe build a new one?
What if I admit it?
That I'm a cracked clay pot
I'm the bed that creaks
And I'm the roof that leaks
I'm the book with torn pages
I've been that way for ages.
I'm a clay pot with pretty colors
I'm a warm comfy bed
The roof that leaks onto a potted plant
The book that's so good they took pages
About the Creator
Roseline Oteko
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Comments (1)
Yes I'm the book with torn pages but it was so good that they couldn't help but pluck the damn pages. I love how you portray self-image and everyone should appreciate themselves no matter what !!