Let me be me!

Imperfect you may call me,

And I am glad that I am.

Because these imperfections make me,

The person that I am.

For from my mistakes I learn,

Lessons that no one else can teach.

With life’s every turn,

I try to go as far as I can reach.

You judge me for how I look,

But I bet you know not about the harrowing pain I’ve been through.

I can’t live by the book,

The one with the rules made by you.

You may call me names,

But none of those matter to me.

For I know your reasons are lame,

And it is my life, so let me be me!

I’ll have wings so I can fly,

And make my dreams come true.

I am sure I’ll reach for the sky,

And I’ll be happy living my life the way I want to. 

 This poem is written for Three Word Wednesday- 462