I Have Imperfection: I Don't Cry

When in relation to sleep I will happily do so,

while we weep at our stress, we also forget on our armrests.

It so touching to realize,

that I have been tendertized-

I have only myself to blame, and the others to watch:

I am imperfect.

but it does not matter.

I will write to my content, and wallow to my sow-

crying alone, and only happy... truly happy alone.

I am imperfect,

but I do not care,

you can stab with a knife and I would thank you,

I'll make you king.

And it so sad to see,

that I am imperfect right here,

It is so hard to feel,

I have nothing to blame but myself,

It's so sad to know,

I have tenderized myself,

It's so sad to see,

others do the same.

And,

while I grow,

my root will follow,

it so beautiful.

it's so down to earth, many will eat their dirt just to see;

but I need this, 

I need to know.

relative to sleep I will happily do so,

while we mourn we will wake,

and it so beutifull,

enough to make us cry.

But,

I don't cry