I'M NOT

I'm not a writer
I have flaws, imperfections,
wrong grammars, and technical errors.

I'm not a dreamer
I have nightmares, depressions,
midnight thoughts, and anxiety.

I'm not singer
I have off keys, no talent,
an ugly voice, and not perfect to be one.

I'm not a believer
I have doubts, fears,
weakness, and hopeless,

I'm not a traveler
I have no bravery, phobias,
self doubt, and not a explorer.

I'm not a dancer
I have two left feet, off balance,
no moves, and definitely not a
professional.

In short, I was perfectly imperfect.

Darling do you still accept and love me from who I am?