Some days

Some days I'm happy,

Some days I cry,

Some days I'm sad,

Some days I try,

I do my best today,

I do my worse tomorrow, 

I try again the next, 

I fall short and feel hallow. 

I'm not a perfect princess,

Nor a dashing knight,

But I do need saving tonight.

"Do it and do it right" they say, 

No chance is given, 

I fail everyday, 

Some days I fall,

Some days I soar, 

Other days I'm left lying on the floor. 

I try,

I fail, 

I try, 

I win.

Some days are good,

others are better,

Some days are bad,

others are worse

Everyday I try, 

that's the best I can do. 

If I don't try, 

I can't play,

If I can't play,

I can't win, 

If I can't win, 

What am I?

A monster, 

A perfect, 

Soulless, 

Monster. 

I am scattered, 

I am lost,
I am a monster created, 

by perfect others,

and by the,

lesser some days. 

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I wrote this because I feel scattered and people keep telling me it's okay because I'll do perfect because I always do perfect because I am perfect at school. I'm not perfect I will never be perfect because if I'm perfect where is the point? I like being messy and imperfect because imperfect people make the color in the world and make art and music and make it all come to life and I rather do that then be perfect.