perfectlyimperfect

It's kind of hard To miss somebody but you just don't know who It's kind of hard too To miss somebody but that somebody probably won't miss you back It's kind of hard To browse down the phone book Just to find that you have nobody you can call It's kind of hard, ya know...

I want to be simple I want a short hair cut So I won't waste half of my life In front of the mirror twisting and tweaking my hair I want to take a long shower And sing while doing that I want to wear a plain t shirt And a pair of cheap jeans I won't care about how people look at me I want to laugh at jokes Make fun of people Be fun to people I want to read novels By the window I want to lay on the grass Under the shade of trees Close my eyes, feel the breeze Or watch the ever changing clouds I want to be simple I want to love myself Don't care if others don't

I live my life careful, you see. Because God make me imperfect. I don't blame God, oh no. I've learnt that this is just a test from Him. Me being imperfect, is a test to me. God may not judge me for who I am. But who am I to stop anyone from judging me. I'm afraid of what you think of me. I'm afraid of the way you stare at me. I'm afraid of what you have to say about me. I'm afraid that you hate me. I watched carefully the way I talk, walk; well... do things.  Everything. Each and every time. So that, you won't hate me. So, forgive me if I let loose a little. Forgive me to rest for a while from being someone you'll like. Forgive me if my letting loose a little, is an eyesore to you. See, I trust myself no more than you trusting me. So forgive me if I don't trust you, When you laugh to my joke, When you smile when I'm around. I don't deserve any of that, no matter how much I long for ...