not perfect

The tears that run down my face are five percent water 95 percent feeling 

feeling of being hurt and feelings of being used abused and confused 

confused by the question why am i here 

what is my main purpose on this earth 

I often ask myself that question when im hurt

or when i feel let down or when i let someone down 

i have realized that im not perfect 

infact no one is so why do i try to be when i think about that 

the tears stop running from my eyes 

and my lips separate side ways creating a smile .

smiling is happiness.


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