I'm perfectly imperfect.
I am good at being bad and bad at being good.
not one of them is constant.

Bad me with a weird behavior
they all see me but I doubt anyone will understand
that all they see each day was all an act

Good me with a confused look as my feet meets the floor
everyone around me says that I have something in me, something that they just can't comprehend.
truth is I feel as though the devil and I made a pact.

Free me.. hear me.. see me..
hear my silent screams and loud whispers please.
I don't have much time here.
save me please but do it only if you have time to spare.
© Dora24