I am not, nor can I be, perfect.
Sometimes I accept this to readily.
Sometimes I am a bad friend,
I am a bad man,
I am broken.
I am not, nor can I be, perfect.
I am far too OK with this existence.
I need to provide resistance.
I don't fight hard.
I am broken.
I am not, nor can I be, perfect.
Sorry for ignoring your reality.
Sorry that is too hard for me.
I hurt too much,
I am broken.
I am not, nor can I be, perfect.
I look like things that are not me.
I try to be things you can't see.
I wear myself out.
I am broken.
I am not, nor can I be, perfect.
Some days are worse than you know.
Some days are just too slow.
I am limited as a man.
I fix what I can.
I am broken.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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