Imperfection

I am Imperfection
(Written when someone fouled me)

I am imperfection
the son of two cultures
clashing

I cry
for the world doesn't own me
it refuses to

i praticed my smile
to show the world that i can
stand strong

but my smile is superficial
behind it
lies the withered sould of my being

i'm tired
of having to play the part
that wasn't me in the first place

but i stand
on my mistakes
and make myself feel tall

i am proud nevertheless
of my uniqueness
of my pains

i just hope
that i can hold on longer
until my dream comes true

outside
the tears of heaven fell
on the lonely pavement

it is cold
and my body shivers
with the loneliness of outside