Imperfection Poem by victoria th pOeT

I tread on paths of crookedness
I drink in cups of brokenness
I lost all sense of enthusiasm
All that's left is hopelessness
I wake to watch the works of karma
As she molds and makes and spreads the drama
All who watch me look with hope
And in return all i give is imperfection
Some days on paths of crookedness
Some meet me and say its naivety
But i know better all of it is stupidity
They waste their breaths
In creeds of correction
They forget that i make no mistake
I simply am an epitome of imperfection