Imperfections

     I am nieve,cruel...imperfect.
Just like the concrete you step on everyday.
                            Cracked.
Broken into smaller pieces slowly step by step
                         Inch by inch.
  Similes, metaphors and everything inbetween
Do not scratch the surface of this foundation of sorrow that has formed me.  Perfect claims to be impossible to truly achieve but yet it remains in our dictionary as conman as anything else.
                  What a lonely word
      Scared to become something real
Why this fact continues to stay true hides in the depths of every single one of us.
        Forever below the bar that "perfect" sets
We live we die feel pain and cry sitting restless
         Behind the eyes of the imperfect
And forever detained in the limits we set for
                         ourselves
But we never fail to stay imperfect and happy
          Life is to short to cast and be indulged
                   In our own illusions.
           Discard your burdens and live,remain
                             Imperfect