I am not perfect
Far from it
I am perhaps the very definition
Of what perfection is not
From the scars on my cheeks
To the tremble in my thin arms

I am not perfect
Far from it
My lips tremble in fear
Of the honest words that tumble without thought
My soul flutters in insecurity
Knowing someday you too will leave

I am not perfect
Far from it
My past stronger than ever
With its iron grip on my reality
My senses numbed by past conflicts
Questioning the motives of the true

I am not perfect
Far from it
I am perhaps the very definition
Of what perfection is not
But my heart loves truly and tells the truth
That every other part of me so vehemently denies