flawed, but I’m okay!

I am me.

People say I pretend to be someone I am not. I am different with every individual person I meet. They say that I’ve changed, it’s not like that..
It’s just that they have started taking my notice.
Ah! They dont know me! Or do they?
They dont even know how I feel.
They dont know what my desires are.
What my passions are.
They dont understand me. They just dont.
They why do they say that I pretend?
Did they ever see the tears in my eyes?
Did they ever feel the pain in my cries?
When they dont give a d*** about me and leave me
Having no breath, no feelings, no love.
When they dont even know a bit about me? Then why do they judge me?
Then why?
Why do they say that i pretend to be someone I am not?
Why dont they take me as I am? And understand me?

I am me, your self conscious human being.

I dislike that I don’t like my eyes so much, though they got praised by an international photographer/model, but they never look proper to me.
I dislike when I don’t get to go out everyday, with my friends cos they are not there and usually because I have lame excuses and reason plus the laziness.
I dislike how tired I can look some time no matter how much I sleep.

I am me.

I dislike that I am only five foot five, for not being an average height like most men.
I dislike when people often make fun of mine ‘duck-like’ ass. bleeeeeeeehh!
I recently started wishing I was skinnier, I hate seeing my body in the mirror but refuse to work out.
I hate the wrong judgement I receive and for the choices I make in my life.

I am just your everyday flawed human being, perfectly flawed.
Although i complain but I am perfectly content
 
Everyone has there downfalls and flaws to them, but is that not what makes them pretty? I believe everyone is beautiful in their own respective wierd ways.
Here you, I am unshaven, my eyes look tired, my lips are chapped, and my hair is like a bird’s nest on my head, this was me getting up early in the morning.

I am your everyday individual, your everyday human being, your everyday walking problem.
I can admit my wrongs, reconcile for my mistakes….
Can you?