An imperfect being
Look at me, And see my imperfections; My flaws; And my quirky dispositions. 'Cause that's all you'd see And that's what you think that makes me. Yes, I am an imperfect being freckling with flaws; Over years I have gathered moss And turned to a firm stone, hard to toss. But when I see people's eyes, I realize I would never suffice. But when you look, look deeper, See the person behind my imperfections; A soul, breaking down the inhibitions; A feeble mind, begging for patience. But ain't I just a black dot on a plain sheet? The worldly expectations, I could never meet.