With every step we take,

There will be another mistake.

Nobody is perfect, so why do we try so hard to be perfect? 

We are perfect imperfections,

We feel we're not good enough, we're pointed in the wrong direction.

Doubt and fear fuel this desire. 

It bursts out in an unsteady fire.

We are left burnt, weak and helpless.

We return to our lives feeling like a mess. 

We still have some scars to remind us.

We all have our fair share.

They are our imperfections we bear. 

I really love this poem. Tell me what you think! Til next time! -Jess