perfect

i am not perfect,
i am just nice,
whose voice is heard,
sometimes dimmed,
and then things get their way.

i am not perfect,
i am just confused,
whose mind wanders,
sometimes to dead ends,
and then answers arrive.

i am not perfect,
i am just sad.
whose tears swell,
sometimes into a puddle,
and then it dries up and away.

i am not perfect,
i am just undecided,
whose questions unanswered,
sometimes contradicting,
and then like a dream it slips away.

i am not perfect,
i am just myself,
whose self always adjusts,
sometimes too much,
and then it goes back to square one.

i am not perfect,
but let not this nightmare linger,
i am still, after all,
yours.