Masters of imperfectionA Poem by Shannon
Who i am, hates who i have to pretend to be.
what has this world come to, when I can't just be me? Like a fleeting shadow, my individuality will flee Before the prying, judging eyes of society open up your eyes! Can you not see? Take a good look at yourself, and i can guarantee That with my opinion, you will agree Because this world was not meant for you and me This world is for the perfect, not for the free And what an empty world it will be Since most have mastered imperfection perfectly © 2010 ShannonAuthor's Note
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