Imperfect

I am not perfect
Another slit
Upon my imperfect
Little wrists
A little more prying
I might let you in
If you won't let me finish
Dont' let me begin
I wish I was perfect
And sad that I'm not
I wish happiness
Could be bought
You point out my problems
And it makes me feel low
You scoff as you see
Imperfect scars show
You run off without
Saying goodbye
Leaving your inperfect
Love to die