So my picture wasn't perfect
and I couldn't understand why
the perfect people were happy.
Neither was my picture shattered,
torn to pieces and scattered and burned.
My picture was just a picture
a little worn and a little messy.
I couldn't relate to the perfects and
their lines so clean and colors so neat
but when I tried with the broken
they looked and scoffed.
“At least you have lines to color in
and your frame is sturdy,
you have colors other than
black or blue or purple or gray.
So what if it's messy
and a little beat up?
That's better than most of us.
Go to your picture perfect life!”
And there I stood unwanted by either
Feeling the need to apologize
for the fact that I'm not perfect
for the fact that I'm not broken
for the fact that I…
am just me.
About the Creator
A. Nguyen
A writer at heart who wants to share my works. I want to evoke emotion in people when they read my writing but I won't ever know if I can, if I don't put anything out into the world so this is my first step :)
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Comments (1)
Your words compliment your image and vice versa - beautiful and sad!