Here we go yet again
Writing for nobody
Not even a friend
Because of me
I write for nobody
Somehow my fault
For being human
Why can’t they see?
I’m not perfect
And neither are they
Lost in translation
I’m a forgotten word
Slipping yet another mind
Of those supposedly perfect
Them blind of their imperfections
Like me to mine
Attempts to fix myself
To change for me
I begin my journey
With no destination
But a difficult path
The path is perfection
With many winding roads
I loose myself here
Like the word
Lost in translation
Forgotten again
Careless as I am
I still know me
And that is not perfect
Not enough
To know what I’m not
And work at what I am
So I am sorry
For I hold this knife
Stained with your blood
Standing behind you
Like the human I am
I am not perfect
So please forgive me