I'm Not Perfect

Far from perfect,
hate the lies,
baby I feel your pain,
and that's why I cry.
For as I clear the clouds,
please hear my cries that sing out loud,
as you feel my tears,
of me shedding off all my fears,
of all the hurt and pain,
that will make me go completely insane
if I don't let it all out to maintain.
I won't be able to retain
my positive, soulful remains,
and regain my strength to all of the struggles
of the everyday hustles
that I must muscle to survive,
without being taken for a ride
From snakes who don't regard pride
and only abide
by taking all of your might
for striving through this rough and tough life!

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