Perfection is nothing but a lie.

Are you perfect? I'm not.

I'm so far from being perfect,
Here I stand, neglected and wrecked.
I have cracks in my armor,
You all think I am quite the charmer.
That is just a lie, a disguise.
If you know me, I'd quite advise something.
Don't trust me, don't love me.

I no longer have my pure white wings.
The chains around me have been set free.
No long bound to a place
Shamefully, I would agree,
To just leave me be.
I am lonely and ruined,
The one thing I want though, the only
Would be a friend that would help mend my flaws.

Reviews

[there is no more from m..]

wow what a grate poem i enjoyed reading this well done :)

[Sseoni]

What a wonderful poem! I really liked it! The details and decriptions were cool, as was the rest of your poem! Fantastic poem! I really enjoyed reading it! :D

[Poeticpiers]

enjoyed this greatly A true friend accepts your flaws. Only you can mend them