Imperfectness

I smile a lot.

My laugh makes others laugh at its ridiculousness. 

Sometimes I'm awkward. 

I trust people I shouldn't.

I still make pinky promises, and wish on shooting stars. 

I like to make friends.

I get left out and judged.

I am unique and quirky. 

I think differently then most.

I have insecurities. 

Occasionally I'm hard on myself. 

I try to see the good in everyone. 

I'm loud.

Other times I'm quiet. 

But my mind is always racing.

I'm opinionated.

But I can be indecisive. 

I try to look pretty but sometimes I just wear sweats. 

I like to learn. 

I've been hurt and told I'm not good enough.

I'm strong because I know I am weak.

I get scared.

I have ideas. 

I believe in love.

And life after death.

I believe in angels, and I believe in miracles. 

I also believe in devils, and periods of trials.

I don't believe in hate.

Or nights with out day. 

Making others happy makes me happy. 

I am confident. 

I try to make a difference. 

I get frustrated.

With others, and more often myself.

I believe that with Google and Prayer anything is possible.

I like to be silly.

I mess up.

I'm good at saying sorry.

But I never forget.

Out of everything I am,

I am not perfect.

But I am an Imperfectly Perfect Me.