TheSilentPoet

Imperfect:
Grades,
Friends,
Temper,
Me,
Habits,
Words.

Perfect:
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No one is Perfect,
So don't try to be.
You'll just end up digging your hole deeper.

You seem nice,

Clouds are made of water,
If they are blocking the sun,
Become your own sun,
They'll evaporate,
And move along.

Storms only have so much rain,
If they are making your day gloomy,
Go inside and wait it out,

I'll be fine,
If you let me fall.

I'll break a bone,
Or none at all.

I'll bounce back,
Like I hit a rubber wall.

I'll be fine.
Now let me fall.
 

It's all the same on the battlefield,
Everyone left their feuds behind.
When we are all fighting battles,
Why should we have to hide?
Some hold guns,
Some hold bombs,
But some prefer swords.

Gone.
Missing.
Broken.
Bruised.

Where are you?!

You used to be nice,
Now you're colder than ice,
And I'm starting to wonder why,
I ever stayed friends with you.

And I'm feeling all alone now,

I know what it's like when, 
The sky is ripping apart at the seams,
And the world is falling around you.
But you smile,
And walk through the day like nothing is wrong.