Perfectly Flawed

I’ve been beaten

I’ve been bruised

I’m a miscreation

Over these things, I have mused

I turned to negative outlets

Popping pills and getting high

Addicted the red rush of cuts

I became so different. Why?

I’m trapped in this world of shadow and energy-sluts

No one to love but I

I’m all alone

Who cares if I die?

I’m out here on my own

I don’t matter to many

Very few, actually

That, if any

But I can cope

I will hold my head up high

Claw my way up this downward slope

And you may be curious as to why

It’s because I am perfectly flawed

Perfectly imperfect, beautifully impure

My uniqueness has been outlawed

But I’ll get through it, I’m sure