Never Call Me Perfect
I try to be The best that I can be You can call me a lot of things But you could never call mePerfect And that is for certain Because I have hidden issues Probably just like you Though I place mineBehind curtains Hoping to never resurfaceI had a lot of things on my mindThat I wanted to unpack So I asked for poetry To take me backAnd she gave me a new purposeNow she is the beholder Of all my burdens