Messed up and Precious

Messed Up and Precious

We beat ourselves up
we beat ourselves down
plant our faces in the mud
come up looking like a clown

we fr uck up our lives
and muck our jobs
we don't know what we have
and don't leave this life
all in one piece

we cry and complain over messes
we made
then just keep making them
anyway

we are stupid
and putrid
and hateful sometimes
we are blind
and hurtful
just plain unkind

we get lonely
and horny
drink too much
eat to much
talk too much
like me

we are too little and too much
all at one time
we are wrong
and callus
don't know how to love

but we are loved so very much
no matter how we fail
we don't have to live
up to others
tall tails

I am me
and forgive me
I don't want to be you
I am precious and unique
there is only one
of me

I am tired of trying
to live up to your dreams
don't want to help you
with your manipulative schemes
no matter what you say
I am not you

Please don't paint me with your
lily white brush
sure I get embarrassed by myself
face is colored by a rosy blush

am tired of people telling
people who they should be
so you be you
and I be me

that is not to say I can't care about you
that my heart doesn't break
when yours is shattered
and strewn
around

It doesn't mean I don't relish in your joy
or dance to the same beat sometimes
of your heart's celebratory sound
when you fall in love
or do something wonderful
when you hold your beautiful babies
or a lover's hand
when you stand in the gap
for others
or take command

but in the end
don't tell me how to be
I won't live up to your
false idea
of perfection and how it should
be
I threw off those chains
still am doing so
please you just be precious wonderful messed up you
I will be frucked up precious me.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I love the ideas in this poem - clever word usage - wondering if it's almost two poems? Anyway, I truly think your style is straightforward and sincere, refreshing.

[jane7z]

Thanks for taking time to read no not two poems just not short