Imperfection at its Finest

by Poisoned With Misery   Aug 28, 2007


Stop asking me these questions
I do not have the answers
Stop telling me your problems
I do not have the solutions
Stop expecting me to be perfect
Don't you know I am
Imperfection at its finest

If I cant answer my own questions
How will I answer yours?
If I cant solve my own problems
How will I solve yours?
If you cant be perfect
Why do you expect nothing less from me?
Don't you know I am
Imperfection at its finest

You want answers
Find them yourself
You want solutions
Find them yourself
Because I cant help you
Don't you know I am
Imperfection at its finest

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  • 18 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    I disagree and agree with your poem nice poem 5/5 maybe u can read one of mine.