Perfect

So I guess I'm stripping off my pink bows,
My honorary ribbons and my
trendy little clothes.
Saying goodbye to pats on the back,
eyes staring back with pride,
rubbing the brown off my nose.
The caged beast has rattled the bars
Long enough now,
So out in the world, it's ready to prowl.

I guess I"m not the perfect one
You all thought that I was.
My hands have been dying to get
Into the mud.
Will you love me anyway,
Now my scars all exposed?
I still love you with all my heart,
I sure hope you know.

Walking on the green earth,
Instead of on the clouds,
The little angel has come down,
But I still want to make you proud.
Don't turn your eyes from the4 dirt rubbed on my skin,
You've got soil buildup of your own, through you think it's hidden.
So I get a few slaps across my face,
But at least I can feel , at least now I'm real.

I thought floating was my life, just drifting through my days; then I crashed into the bottom, and I can see a whole new place. A place for me, a place to discover
Realizing so much more
Without my head in the covers.