perfect

sometimes it really is hard to know who 'iam
and i just want someone who could understand all my insanity
and at least believe the sanity that is left in me.
i feel that through my own diversity, i'am not unique
but i could be anyone.. or maybe a someone in your eyes.
i feel that being everbody else made the self disappear
and being everybody else is hard..

that is the insanity that this world brings to me.

people may see me as the loud mouth son of a *****
people may see me as the introvert who is withrawn from the outside world
people may see me as the lame and ordinary guy that has a name and is concieved by sexual reproduction.
people may see me as the kid who only knows to play and thinks of everything as a joke.
people may see me as the idiot who can't even tell pi and pie apart.


but who the hell knows who i really am..


well, i'm just a guy.. struggling to know his role in this world,
may it be saving people or just simply existing to be decomposed for earth's nutrients

the imperfections i have, make me a unique person.. where God may have made a mistake in creating me. i may be a defective product who doesn't stick to the programming that was made in me.

and i just wish that i would see the other defective product, and it may serve as my consolation..
i would thank God that He made another one of my kind, and in turn
will make my life perfect.