I'm not a perfect person
There are days the world crumbles around me
I can do nothing as inertia engulfs me
I cannot even see
What others see so clearly
as they criticize the debris
that's building all around me.
It was long ago the monster came
and destroyed all I used to be
I have a million scars inside
from a world that terrified me
and locked me into silent armour
that can only be penetrated by he
who can see beyond imperfection, to me.
The journey back is walked alone
and every day is a fight.
to find that little piece of life
where you're perfect in another's eyes
and no judgmental words are spoken
and his hands hold you tightly
to lead you to the light.
