Perfectly Imperfect

I'm trapped
As if a rose that is trying to bloom
But only has enough water to bloom a little
And not fully
My thorns are cut
Because they hurt others
But don't they know that it is apart of me?
Do I have to be perfect to please them?

I feel like I'm going crazy
To never really express myself fully

It all has to be hidden says the world
We were created not to be perfect

So try to be?
Stop trying toe fix me
With these pills
Stop trying to silence me
With your imperfect words
Because I don't want to be perfect
I want to be perfectly imperfect