I’m not perfect, I agree…
But whenever I try to approach perfection,

I land up giving imperfect me…

I try not to delve deep into things

but you tell me,

what can I do if my thoughts have wings?

I try to cheer and also I try to smile

though, unknowingly it lasts only for a while...

My efforts not to be sensitive at all

but each time I try, I fall...
I try not to shed a single tear
maybe it’s not me but my fear...

I try my best to not to hurt you

but, all I end up is fighting hue...

I know I’m not suppose to cross that line-
a line that defines and confines

but, you need to understand 
that it is my conscious not being mine...

I earnestly wish to be what you want me to be

But

 I fail as I’m what ‘they’ want me to be…..

I’m not perfect, I agree…

But whenever I try to approach perfection,

I land up giving imperfect me…