Poetry

I know I am not perfect,
yet everyone tries to convict me.
I do not Know who I truly am,
yet everyone says they do.
I know I am the quiet one with something to say,
yet I am forced into the darkness.
I try to speak my mind like everyone else,
yet no one ever listens.
I know I am not perfect,
yet no one ever sees my flaws.
I do not know right from wrong,
yet that is just part of being human.
I want to be long forgotten,
yet I am always found.
I try to relive the past,
yet nightmares always resurface.
I know I am not perfect,
yet everyone claims to be perfect. 
Unfortunately, I know no one is really perfect...
Because God created everyone equally and everyone is beautiful in their own way, so don't sit there and tell me that I am perfect when I know that I am not perfect...
Paj Vang
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