I am not perfect
Why do you think I am?
Is it my character? It sucks
Is it my smile? My teeth are too messed up.
Is it the way I can start a conversation simply? So what?
Is it the way I can be the strongest in the pack? I'm actually the weakest.
What makes me perfect?

I am not perfect
Why do you think I am?
Is it the way I can be the shoulder to cry on? I need others more
Is it the way I get mad when a guy treats a girl wrong? I am only human so I hurt you like he does.
Is it the way I am clingy and flirty? I do that to hide the pain I feel everyday
Is it the way I tell you I feel your pain? Your pain masks my own.
What makes me so perfect?

I am not perfect
Why do you think I am?
Is is because I am there for you when your man left you in the ditch? I'm just a good Samaritan
Is it out of mercy kindness or compassion that you see me as perfect when I am so down? I never deserve it.
Because the way you see me is who I am. And only God in heaven can change that
Since when is perfection so painful?
Is this what perfection?
A perfect knife has the perfect blade
ready to kill. Sharp and tipped with poison.

Maybe imperfection is the better way.
Maybe I should be alone.
I hurt the people I start to care for.
Like something in me is causing me to wield that knife.
I feel so alone.
I am the man I hate the worst
And I would take me down.
If you think I am worth living
Being the man I am
Then don't call me perfect.
Call me me.