I’m not perfect
A fact I know too well
So there’s no need
For you to rub it in my face
To make me feel bad
Guilty
To antagonize me
With hateful words and accusations
And try and pretend
That I’m the one
Who needs to apologize,
Take on all the blame
Because you’re not perfect, either
Far from it, in fact
You’re mean
Rigid
Cold
And I don’t think
You even realize it
So maybe you should
Point that finger at yourself
Analyze your behavior
Acknowledge that I did my best
Tried my hardest
Gave you as much as I could
And maybe you asked for too much
I’m not a magician
And I’m not a mindreader
I can’t be expected to do everything
And I can’t be expected
To know what I haven’t been told
Get off your high horse
Accept responsibility for yourself
I’ll accept responsibility for me
And let’s call it quits
Because I’m sick of torturing myself
Of going to bed
With the words I should have said
Stuck in my mind
Haunting, taunting me
I hate hating myself
And having someone out in the world
Hating me
But you don’t hate yourself,
Do you?
You have righteous anger,
Right?
I’m so mad I want to pull my hair out
You think I should be groveling at your feet
But I won’t
Even though part of me wants to
Because there’s a part of me
That hates this feeling so much
I’d rather do whatever it takes
To make you forgive me
For something I didn’t even do wrong
Than go on feeling so shitty
All the time
It’s not fair
It’s not fair
It’s not fair
It’s a cliché but like most clichés, it makes a good point; nobody.is.perfect!
And that is the best thing about us, we’re flawed, we’re deficient and we make mistakes. Some of us are too weak to admit that so they point fingers, some of us are well aware of this, embrace it and turn it into a beautiful poem…
Great job Rachel, loved it! 🙂
Apparently that’s all I have in me: cliches. I hear that something I’ve written is cliche at least once a week.