I need not say,
because I look in every way
perfectly imperfect.

I say things which I don't mean
and I don't say those I truly mean
I am still in the making
wobbling with words
learning to handle pain
trying to balance my heart
amidst breaking and surviving

I am not striving for perfection
because that is not my intention
I am messed up,
Insanely sane
a puzzled game
unbecoming who I am
again & again.