• I'm a little less than perfect

    But I'd like to think I'm there

    I'm a little less than perfect

    And it's true I'm starting to care

    I'm a little less than perfect

    That's why I'm trying to share

    I'm a little less than perfect

    I really wish you wouldn't stare

    I'm a little less than perfect

    I'm starting to believe I don't belong here

    I starting to realize what I did wrong here

    I'm actually starting to hear

    Your screams of insanity

    Echoing down the corridor

    Is it possible?

    But you're not here.

    Now that makes more sense

    It's my own voice that I hear.

    But the screaming is not my own

    No it cannot be

    The sound coming from that wretched thing could never ever be

    But it is

    And it is

    And always will be

    That creature in the corridor is little lonely me

    Screaming for some help

    And a little humility

    It even seems like the poor thing

    Has lost her ability to see

    She feels along the ground and stumbles as she walks

    Her voice is slurred her hair's a mess

    And she mumbles when she talks

    Her voice is very clear

    As she screams this down the hall

    "I'm a little less than perfect and my name is..."

    It bounces of the wall

    And I can hear it now

    I gasp for air and catch my breath

    I whisper with her mumbled screams

    And it is now I see

    That the girl I'm looking at

    Is none other than

    "AnnaMarie"

    She laughs and falls to floor and cries

    With tears of blood, and swollen eyes

    Rocks back and forth then shortly dies.

    These mere seconds play often in my head

    Of the girl who said she once was me

    And now is surely dead.

    I whisper her last words repeatedly

    And rock slowly on my bed

    The pain is too unbearable

    And I begin to shake my head

    Back and forth in an insane fashion

    My body is filled with such an unknown passion

    My heart begins to pound and then there it is

    Another sound

    Metal hitting ground

    Dirt flying through midair

    I hear my pastor whispering that last familiar prayer

    I feel my way around and cannot see a thing

    I begin to pray and hope that I am asleep

    But then again it's not the worst way to go

    Being killed by someone you love and know

    I suppose it'd be the best way to go

    That is if one had to I suppose

    Regrets you ask?

    I have but none

    Or maybe perhaps just a little one

    What is it you ask?

    That I shall not say

    For I carry it to my grave today

    And here it is

    Here am I

    I suppose today I have surely died

    I wonder if anyone even cried

    Or tried

    To leave me here

    In this world of the living

    But then again I realize

    "I'm a little less than perfect"

    And my feelings are unfurled

    I close my eyes one last time

    And think of happy things

    I'll smile as I leave this world

    As the bluebird sings.

    I'm a little less than perfect

    And now you will agree

    I'm a little less than perfect

    A girl named "AnnaMarie"