The definition of imperfection.
~The defintion of imperfection.~
Your hoodie has a gun on it.
Mine? It's just plain lavendar, plain me.
You're full of spunk and mystery.
Me? I'm full of blood, muscle and bones.
You're a talented musician, you love music.
Me? I play eight instruments, I'm 'good' at them but I'm not perfect like you.
When you walk down the streets you have this kind of swagger.
I spend hours in front of the mirror trying to get it right, I always fail.
Everyone loves you, you have millions of friends.
I have no-one, at night I sit alone and wonder if any of this is worth it.
You keep growing and getting better.
I'm fading into the background.
You're getting bored of me and my depressive ways.
It's all confirmed when you explode at me.
You tell me I'm dragging you down, you say it's over.
I don't object all I do is leave.
I get to the lake and all I can do is scream and cry.
I'm going to show you dragging down, you want to see?
There are rocks in my pocket and pebbles in my shoes, I'm going down.
I'm in the lake and slowly I sink until my everything goes black.
I am the defintion of imperfection.
You are perfect.
A/N: So all I seem to be writing is depression fics, what the hell? I don't know why I am, weird. Anywho pretty please comment even if it is hate. Here's some Ryro chest for you.