No One is Perfect

Don’t ask me to smile,
Don’t ask me to be ok,
I’ll embrace happiness in my own way.
I’ll run out into the fields joyful and full of glee,
I’ll spin and twirl and ask the sun for a little love today.
But that is not the person you see,
You see the broken part of me.
The side shattered and jagged from a love torn from me.
You see the side no one wants to see,  
Hidden from sight, and lost underneath.
Scattered among years of fright,
Don’t ask me to unearth such a person.
Don’t love me for the wounds on my back and the bruises on my neck,
I am who I am,
You cannot fix me.

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