This is what happens when I'm left alone to think.

You're imperfect, as am I
Perfection is not real
A false façade produced by those
Who judge by their ideal

They tell me I'm not good enough
And cause my mind to reel
We should not go by what they think
But what our own hearts feel

Submitted: May 31, 2011

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