Beyond

My imperfections, my scars;

I’m not perfect but some are.

There flawless skin, there perfect teeth And there Perfect shape.

They have so much luck; they have nothing to waste.

While I sit here and sulk

Dreading life and wasting all.

I am nothing like the perfects,

But nothing like an imperfect;

I am beyond.

I’m out of this world that nobody can see.

They are all blinded; except for me.

I see past there looks and I see past there

Scars; I see past the words that covers us all.

I am alone in this beyond world;

In this beyond world nobody can see.

In this beyond world I still have questions

For thee.

In this beyond world that I have no idea where it is taking me.