Is it my fault I grew tired?
I wanted to give it all up in the end.
I was tired of always looking in
I was never TRULY seen
I pretended everything was okay
But in the end I was tired of lying
Who cares if they found I wasn't perfect?
No one is perfect
I'm just not who I seemed to be
My emotions all mixed
The only visible was my tears.
I'm not perfect
Just misunderstood
I want help
But afraid of what I'll do
I left my friend
In her time of need
Karma must be catching up with me
In the end
I miss her so
My life's falling apart
I'm running away
And making mistakes
I'm surprised I get up everyday
Is it wrong to wish for things to return to when I wasn't miserable?
To wish I would've stayed
When I left
I ventured uncharted waters
And now I'm left in shipwreck.
I'm not perfect
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