I am unperfect, but that's okay with me
I am not beautiful, and that is plain to see
I am not as smart as Einstein, or Tom Dick and Harry
Sometimes I screw things up, sometimes I often do
Sometimes I'm scared witless, maybe when I shouldn't be
Sometimes I won't ask for help, maybe even when I should
Letting other people see what I am not is easier for me
Than showing them what I am (I don't know who I am)
Doing what I sometimes do makes perfect sense to no one
But doing what I often do makes no sense to me
This poem is so stupid, childish and shallow
Why would I think you would find it incredible and insightful?
Maybe that is what I am, childish and weak
Maybe it makes you crazy, my grammar so incomplete
However, as I've said before, and I will have to say again
Whether you like it or not, I am unperfect, but
That's okay with me.
-Heather Andrews 06/14/04
p.s. I hope you someday see who I am, and who I can be.
posted by smilesmore @ 8:13 PM
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