Imperfections are perfect

I am dying on the inside

Smiling on the outside

I am depressed and anxious

But I smile it all off

The walls crumbling around me

I am alone and know it’s my fault

This feeling pulling me down

Taking away all my air

Stopping me from breathing

The scars and the bruises

The broken mind and the abused me

All want to be loved individually

All want to make me see

My imperfections make me perfect

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