I Am Not Perfect - Poem by Unintelligible Susurration
She is not perfect nor will she ever be
Can't you see?
Beauty is in the beholders' eyes
But all she hears are their lies
She ponders her thoughts and thinks 'why? '
Maybe they want her to feel satisfied
And so the imperfections arise
Yet he believes they should say their goodbyes
Just remember why the day goes by
To bring forth a new day to compromise
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