Imperfect Imperfection Poem by Eli Medina

I've got some imperfections... now you don't feel me anymore, I could be fake, you know I could be just like you...would it matter anyway? Who knows what we could be If you could see pass my imperfections, can you? I need to feel relive. Are you to ashamed of it all, on the wrong side of it all... only if my eye's were yours, would I see what they see, I forgot you don't expect an easy answer, remember it's just different then what you seen, or you used to, its your eyes that lie to you... would you let me be myself? lately I've grown so tired of waiting for you to except me.. I was born this way I'm sure as hell gunna die this way, cause it's not gonna suddenly all go away... just disappear, this is me.