The Farthest Thing From Perfect Poem by Rokket Grrl
The Farthest Thing From Perfect
We scream and of course we fight
All through the day and all through the night
We act like we just don't care
Because we're living in a nightmare
But to be honest we're just frustrated
Because we're just plain hated
We walk around and try not to flaunt
So Call us whatever you want
messed up, screwed up, strange, or even defect
But I think we are the farthest thing from perfect3
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