Don't put me on that pedestal
It's much to high for me,
It hurts when I hit bottom
When the truth is what you see.
And that halo you think I wear
Slipped of my head last night,
It nearly choked me half to death
When I was blinded by the light.
Don't think that I am perfect
For I've many faults you see,
Don't think that I'm an angel
When I'm really only me.
I sometimes stand in mud
And have clay upon my feet,
The path I trod is rocky
Without valor I retreat.
I'm not so prim or proper
Nor am I a lady sweet,
I only dance gracefully
When I stand upon your feet.
It's hard to walk with grace
When your foot is in your mouth,
For I often behave just like
A northbound horse facing south.
And sometimes I cry to loud
Or laugh when I should not,
And sometimes the important stuff
Is stuff that I forgot.
I'm not an angel perfect
I sport no wings for you to see,
I'm not headed for the sainthood
For all I am is me!
~~~~Author Unknown~~~~
