Imperfections
What is an imperfection?
Perhaps you will notice one by the comma at the end of this sentance,
So if I leave some things imperfected
Please tell me what is my prison sentance?
For a long time now
Your peoples judgement has left my mind and my life imprisoned
I let you all do it
Not that it was a bad thing
And not because it wasn't
But because you stole my pride
And you took it away with no permission
So what's your mission?
To imprint each and every single person besides you, imperfected?
As if perfection is given
And it's you that's never been rejected?
Or is it that you sir
Or maam? Which ever it may be
Is the one who has been forever haunted and taunted
By the thoughts that you too like me have been faced with rejection?
Mistakes, I have made some
As you can read Ivee made many in this passage
Some on purpose
But on purpose is the key
The key of this ritten write here
Actually feeding a purpose to you perfect
So it makes sense now doesn't it?
How you could kill someones mind, pride
Destroy his soul and torture it?
Are you proud of this accomplishment?
I need some answers, but most of you will abort to sit
Down and talk with me as grown ups
Fact, you won't even leave a comment
Because you don't want your name seen on my wall
As if it will lower down your fortune to shit
Ha, pathetic.
I got my pride back
And I hope by reading this back you either say sorry
OR you see the messege to getting yours back.
PS. . . I don't need to use YOLO, to cover MY imperfections.
So consider a lot of you people called out.
