A/N: My muse hit today and gave me not one, but TWO fanfiction poems! Wooo-ness! Well, here it is!


Flawed

It rained today.

The first shower of spring.

As the trees and flowers were saturated;

A rainbow painted the sky.

It stretched across the horizon in all it's beauty.

I must admit, it is beautiful.

But, is it perfect?

No; nothing is perfect.

Not the trees,

Nor the flowers,

Nor I, and I am meant to save them all.

Not even the hero is perfect.

Sure, they see me as perfect.

In their eyes, I AM perfect.

Even my scar is perfect;

My little dark souvenir.

But if they really looked at me,

they would see that I am flawed.

They would see things as I do.

They would see that everything is flawed.

The optimistic would say that,

in our imperfection, we are perfect.

But optimism will only leave you disappointed,

because nothing is perfect.

The world is flawed.

In time, they will learn to deal with it;

Just as I have.


There...how about that one? I am open to criticism, but NO FLAMES!

Cairine