I'm a mess
I mess, I'd love to be
A mess, I wish the world would like to see
But it's just another illusion
The world demands a perfect you
A you that could bring all kinds of satisfaction
The world would like to see a perfect piece of art
But they never understood, art never had a perfect piece
It was always imperfect
Imperfections made it art
The expectations they have
The extreme boundaries they push us too
And how we remain quiet and mold ourselves into it
Where is you? Where is me?
What makes us an individual? What makes us different personalities?
We are loosing ourselves
We are forcing ourselves to fit in that one box which wasn't even made for us all to fit in
Take a moment
Wait a minute
It's not too late
Find yourself, be yourself, bring out the true you
Embrace your imperfections, love yourself, cherish your life within
When it's all done and your will be there
You'll realise that it would be fun if you could be yourself throughout the life that brought you here.


© Rupsa