Born Imperfect.

A Poem by haywenzo

We are left with almost no choice but to live life as it's presented before us.

I look in the mirror, I see a shining star,
I wonder deep, wishing I had no scar,
Maybe Things were meant to be this way,
Oh I wish I was impecabble, but these
imperfections are here to stay,
Incessantly, I keep on questing to become
that person I always wanted to be,
How difficult it is effortlessly
wishing to be nothing but me,
Life isn't a bed of roses, We struggle
till we are left with no strength,
Channeling our minds to our goals, hoping
to keep failure at arm's length.........