Imperfect
What I offer
Is not all I have to give
But
It is all I am willing to share
Seeking perfection
Before
I reveal more of myself
Knowing from experience that
I
Am never quite satisfied
With what I am, wracked with
Despair
With visions of the self I’d rather be
Consuming me while I strive to
Find
Something to hold onto
Something about this imperfect girl to
Love.