I'm Not Perfect, This Is Me

Old age, some, are never meant to see
This, I know to be true, Sitting here writing to You
Dying a young age, before My Time
Some might say, I know this to be me
Rebels and Outcasts, Non-Conformists too
Misunderstood, these Names, called by You
Leading a Life, Dreamt by all, experienced by few
An open book, I am, My Life, and much more
Pockets Outside, Turned in, not a single dime found in
As my stomach growls, been empty for days
I Continue to Struggle, I Continue to Fight
This is why, I bleed these words, this book I write
Job to Job I go, ability to keep none
Finding only Peace, from these Memories
These Feelings, These Poems when I'm done
Relatable to all, helping many
Except the one who burdens this all
I Continue to Struggle, I Continue to Fight
Trying to do Good, only to keep
Falling of this edge of wrong
The more I help, Inspire others
The more abandonment I become
House to house, Nowhere to call Home
Everyday as My Last, free spirited In roam
Remember, when reading my book, reliving My Life
As I put it all out there
For the whole world to see, That
I'm Not Perfect, This Is Me