Not Perfect

August 11, 2009
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I am not a perfect person,
And I don't try to be.
I am longing to be set free.

I don't want to be in this place anymore,
I don't want anymore tears.
I'm sick of always hiding inside of myself,
This has gone on for to long

I don't want to show my emotions,
Or to tell you how I feel that’s not why your here.
I just want to know the difference,
Between what is real and what is fake?
What is honest, what is generic?

I'm just another lost soul,
That is waiting to be found.
That you don't want around.

I'm just falling through the air,
And I'm about to hit the ground.
But I don't expect anyone to catch me.
They just ignore me everyday.
No one really cares enough,
To even ask me if I'm okay.

I sit here all alone,
holding in all I have to say.
Can't someone see me crying here?
I cry here everyday.
But if someone gets to know the real me
they will leave me and just go on by
I 'm crying from the pain,
the love and the hunger.
why I'm feeling this?
you'll just have to to wonder.
To me it seems so clear;
I feel it's written on my face.
You try to read me,
but your guesses are so far out in space.





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