'Perfect'
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Growing, like a flower in the sun,
only to be trod on,
only to be drowned by the rain
made by my own tears.
Words, un-carefully executed
by those who don't understand,
not my mind nor my soul.
Judgment raining down
for what I cannot help,
for what I cannot understand.
Just like you I am confused.
Even more in fact.
You can leave, walk away
but I am a prisoner in my own body.
I cannot leave,
all I can do is be.
Hoping one day I will understand myself a little bit more.
Hoping one day, like you I will be free.
It's harder for me to be
than it is for you to see,
I didn't get instructions,
hell, I barely made production.
My life is like a play
and I'm doing what I can,
with the props that I have,
please try to understand!
Isn't that human enough?
Isn't that reason to be loved?
Or at least accepted and not judged?
I am like you. I don't understand me either.
But...
I am not like you,
am I?
Because you are 'perfect'..
right?
Perfect.