The imperfect guy
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I'm the one that the title speaks of, I'm the imperfect guy. I trip and fall like every other, but I'm a star for my own mother. If only she knew, that like me there were a million others. I'm the imperfect guy, not too bright nor too sweet. But for some passers by, I might resemble the neighborhood creep. I'm the imperfect guy, being misunderstood every now and then. Sometimes by you and sometimes by them. Trying to be better, but failing every time. Still I try cause I'm the imperfect guy for whom failing has no meaning, cause there's nothing for me that's anymore demeaning. Yes, I'm the imperfect guy. But why is it you may ask. Is it because of the way I walk, or my inability to make small talk. If anyone knows, please let me know. So I'd try and be the guy that my mother foretold. Before its too late for me and I'm too old.