Sorry I Can't Be Perfect

, Allen, SD

Labeled by my own blood
Sorry I blurred your image of perfect
Burned it in the beginning
Wondering what possesses my own desire
When I raised my own senses
I’m the only one who understood
When my other half denied my deliverance
My youth kept me curious
About deep sleep dreaming
You had me mourning my own intelligence
The year of silence I met you halfway
Got burned breathing your air
Built my own sleeping refuge
Then they told me I’m not dreaming
I question our mistakes
Who are you really?
I don’t belong here
Strangers’ faces.

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thereisonlyone said...
Oct. 22, 2012 at 2:23 pm:

The only expectations you have to measure up to are your own. Sometimes I feel like our parents want us to stand up to them for something we want for ourselves, if't like it proves to them we're grown up and can take care of ourselves, even if they act mad at the time?

dubluv replied...
Jan. 8 at 6:28 pm :

I feel like other people's expectations can be harmful, but when you have expectations for yourself then its just setting goals. But even if your parent is disappointed by the goals or expectations you have for yourself, they should still accept it. And this is something that I still struggle with because my dad refuse to accept my sexuality, my style, and my direction in life