nothings perfect
life is about making mistakes,learning from them,
and learning how to live on your own.
so why try to make things perfect?
nothings perfect,
not even me.
living with no mistakes?
impossible.
living like that,
wouldn't be living at all.
people try to change me,
people say i should change my ways.
but why?
that what makes me...me.
i don't care what people say or do.
that's there problem not mine.
people say the therapy is working,
but its not.
all i been doing is making mistakes,
learning from them,
then correcting myself.
life sucks,
ya i know.
if i had a choice,
i probably wouldn't live at all.
but i am an there's a reason for that.
now all i have to do,
is find my purpose on this earth.
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