The Imperfect Me Poem by Vibha Pilkhwal

The Imperfect Me



Perfect-who doesn't want to be
Well not exactly perfect, but somewhere near it.
Yes! I have met such people.
I appreciate them.
Do you know why?
Because they inspire me
Well! they do make me feel that I lack a lot
As if I'm a blot
But still I admire them
Because I realise they are not less than a jackpot.
Certainly, I'm not one of them.
I'm far far away from being perfect.
I have often been told, "You're very clumsy"
Yes! I'm.Surely I am.
But I love the clumsy, stupid, crazy, emotional and
Sometimes sensitive me.
Because this is what makes ME
And I love myself the way I am.

In fact EVERYONE SHOULD.

Monday, May 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: me
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