the imperfect me...

the wind blowing ,the Windows closed there I sit well composed no words are said no letter are spoken just staying still ,staring at the walls, heartbroken they were expecting the perfect me the excellent person that supposed to be but that is not the real me I m not so erect nor i am the most adept i'm not an extraordinary luman i'm just an ordinary human I will never be someone so special there will always be the imperfect me so please accept me that's just who i'm destined to be