Imperfections.

My feeling to this world

You're too cocky, too lazy, too obnoxious, too weak
Too different , too typical, you're a b***h.

I now understand ...comprehend, analyze pretend.
The world can be a better place when you commend.
life is my grasp

The stairways to heaven,
The gateways to hell.
They all tell me, they all shout.

The jungles in my head won't let it out.
Not a word , not a sound.
I feel like a toy, wound up and bound.

Don't leave...stay... You like it,
The confusion, the situations , the scenarios .
The games ... Oh the games ,
Do this , do that , up here , down there.
Nowhere to be heard.
Play this game, feel this sting , feel the strength .
What strength ?
You think this is a child's game ?
This is life, and before you know it it's gone, so take hold fast.


Why should you tell me what to do?
I want to yell and I want to scream
Not sit in an corner and watch the cheer team.
I want to be who I am,
Not what I'm told .
I want to see what I can,
Not what I hold.

They tell me ,
Be the change you want to see.
If only it was that simple, if only I could.
Would you still be standing there?
(Mirror mirror on the wall , who's the greatest soccer mom of them all)
Would you still look in the mirror , and lie to yourself ?
That your life is perfect, that it's complete
While your 15 year old daughter is being fucked
While you stand there sucking your bosses c**k.
Your son snorting blow,
Your husband in drag .

What is this devastation ?
And you dare to speak of MY imperfections

Author's Note

First peace of writing I have written with a passion. I understand my origination skills aren't the best. Feel free to add comments explain on what I can improve on . I'm am totally new to this world. Tell me your favorite part, I want to know.