Nobody’s Perfect
I know nobody’s perfect, but I’m worse than the rest.
I know nobody’s perfect, but I’m a total mess.
I go to answer the phone and end up knocking over a light.
I sometimes snort when I laugh, and always snore at night.
I know nobody’s perfect, but I’m worse than the rest.
I know nobody’s perfect, but I’m a total mess.
My hips are too big, and my eyes are too small.
I’m certainly too heavy and probably too tall.
I laugh too loud, it’s the cackle of a witch.
Sometimes I just shut down, and people think I’m a bitch.
I know nobody’s perfect, but I’m worse than the rest.
I know nobody’s perfect, but I’m a total mess.
But I know there’s got to be some right, amidst all the wrong
All I want is to figure out where I belong.
I thought I had someone who truly saw, and really knew me.
I hoped so hard and prayed. I wanted to believe.
And he did. He saw, he really knew me, and he saw all my faults.
He never saw the things I do, only all the oughts.
I oughta be more gentle.
I oughta be more meek.
I oughta support him financially, but make sure he doesn’t feel weak.
I oughta do the cooking, the cleaning, and make no mistakes.
I oughta read his mind, cause he won’t tell me, and do whatever it takes.
I oughta accept his reluctance, avoidance, and general lack of care.
I oughta understand it’s all my fault, and never question it-cause how could I dare?
I know nobody’s perfect, but I’m worse than the rest.
I know nobody’s perfect, but I’m a total mess.
A total mess
A total mess
A mess…
A message, that I’ve heard through my entire life.
Be better, be kinder, be the perfect friend, the best lover and an amazing wife.
But on every count, I’ve always fallen short….
So, I think it’s time to reset the goal.
To make myself happy. To make myself whole.
Somewhere out there, there are people who see my character and know my strength,
People who will fight for me and go to any length.
People who will see honesty as an asset, not a flaw.
People who won’t pick, and pick, and pick at each and every part, but see my entirety,
my all.
Until I find them, I’ll try to keep being…well, me,
To shine my light, even if others can’t see.
To own who I am, gifts as well as imperfections.
To decide, when needed, to stop and make corrections.
To strive to be the best me that I can be.
To live my life, happy, complete, and free.
Free from my self-imposed limits, and free from your rules.
Free to live and love fully with my whole heart, nothing to lose.
Free to stretch out my arms without being confined.
Free to create and choose and follow my own designs.
I know nobody’s perfect, but I’m…
I know nobody’s perfect, but…
I know nobody’s perfect.
