Imperfection

Something breaks
and it keeps breaking
Glue and tape and bullets and string
Can't make it perfect again

And so you change
to suit the imperfection
You hold it together
and hope for the best

And so you play dress up
and arm yourself
Wearing armor two sizes too big
Convincing the world you're winning the battle

And you fight and claw and break bones and shed blood
Only to look back
and realize it's all You