There are too many words to describe how I feel,
But not a single world illustrates my feelings.
Abandoned?
Almost.
Perfect?
Nah. Not today.
Maybe
If I could have done things right,
I would feel perfect.
But if I did that,
I wouldn't be here trying to tell you
How I feel.
Does that mean I care for you enough
to take the time
To tell you why I am acting this way?
I don't know.
I can't even tell you directly,
Making me a coward.
Imperfections
Are my pastimes and my futures.
I know what I will be in the future:
Imperfect.
I have perfect knowledge
That I will be imperfect
In the future.

Please don't take my mistakes
Personally.
I will continue to grow.
I will continue to add to my list
Of imperfections and
mistakes.

Is that such a mistake to
admit?
Do I seem like a mistake to you?
Maybe that's the way I feel.
Maybe I think
the world might be a better place
without my mistakes.

But that would be a mistake.