sometimes the world demands perfection.
but the slips and falls are what make you real.

i am far from perfect,
but aren't we all?
but if the world demands perfection,
then where do i stand?
where do you stand?
do we all live in a false world?
do we thrive on the idea of perfection
that we are blind to the realizations of truth?

please do not expect perfection from me,
you will be disappointed.
but i will give you my heart,
and it's truth.

i pray my passion will make up for my imperfection,
and that I will always be known as real.

I will not expect perfection from you either,
just your truth.