Doing My Best.

The more you tell me I'm not perfect,
The more imperfect I'll become,
Its a forgone conclusion,
Like the setting of a risen sun,

The more you tell me I'm mistaken,
The more errors I will make,
That's not my fault,
Those are just the breaks,

The more you say that's not good enough,
The more that I'll agree,
But that's who I am,
And no bodies changing me,

So sorry Mum that you aren't impressed,
But that's not what I'm here to do,
I am here to live a life,
For myself I must be true,

And if that means that you aren't pleased,
Then I am afraid that's just too tough,
I can do without knowing,
Because life is hard enough.

a reply to: TrueBrit

Fear not Imperfection! for without Imperfection, there would be no Evolution.

S&F mate! Very thought-provoking.

a reply to: TrueBrit

I agree True that life is hard enough without having our imperfections thrown up in our face!
Good Job Bud!!

Good poem and I'm sure many can relate.

a reply to: TrueBrit

Well that made me sad.
I think you are a perfect "you".

I had a very critical mother, and chose not to BE a critical mother.
My kids know that I accept them with all their flaws, and hope for the same in return.

You did write a good rhyme though...
S&F&hugs,
jacy

a reply to: TrueBrit

Ah the joys of growing up with a highly critical parent.

Many of us can relate to this.


You are perfectly imperfect TrueBrit... glad to see you're embracing all those beautiful flaws of yours and not allowing anyone (not even mum) to brainwash you into thinking otherwise.

Very well written !

a reply to: jacygirl

Hey jacygirl!

Thanks for dropping in, and for your comments! My mother is a hell of a woman, and I love her to death. She has been supportive of me in my every endeavour, and is not ordinarily in my face in the way that lead to me writing this poem. I think that certain elements of what is going on with the business, and with a legal dispute we have pending with a fraudster who is trying to get money out of us on false pretences, has affected her reason of late. This is something I understand completely. The poem was a way of me venting my frustration with the way her reaction made me feel, but I recognise that the situation at the moment is responsible, not anything I have been doing, or failing to do!

a reply to: CranialSponge

Thanks CranialSponge!

I do believe that embracing ones flaws is the best way of preventing them from becoming insidiously effective in ones life. By that I mean, that it is easier to keep ones flaws from dictating ones life, if you accept them and keep them close to you. If you deny them, or try to skirt round them constantly, all you end up doing is repressing your self, becoming dishonest with yourself and others, and becoming deluded, insisting on your own perfection even in the face of overwhelming evidence of your own errors.

As previously mentioned, I don't think Mum meant anything bad by the rant that lead to this poem, but I had to process how her delivery to me made me feel, and I know of few better ways to do that, than to write a poem about it!

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Thanks to all who came and read my poem, and commented in such positive fashion! Love you guys!