The ImperfectionA Poem by Thrinna Mae
Sometimes, you just can't feel that they're proud of you although you did your very best.
It hurts a lot you’ve done your best
When you have taken the biggest tests
Yet you cannot make them proud of you
And crying out loud was all you can do
They mostly remember the mistakes you’ve done
While the good things you did to them meant none
This grief in my heart you cannot erase
Stop judging me in your dreadful ways
Sorry if that’s what you think about me
If I just cannot do things flawlessly
You may not even know how it hurts me a lot
Here at the end I’ll just keep my mouth shut
© 2011 Thrinna Mae
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Last Updated on November 11, 2011
AboutHi, I’m Thrinna! College student here majoring in Journalism! I’ve been writing since 10 years old, mainly screenplays and poems inspired by God, friends, family and love-one. I’m a .. more..
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