Imperfect

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I went to the doctor maybe once a year.
Nothing was different, they told me I was clear.
Didn't make a difference to me either way.

Towns when they grow older, they never stay the same.
I don't really mind but everyone complains. 
Says it was different and better before. 

Now, she knows she's lost her way. 
She doesn't always know what to say. 
She still bites her tongue when they say her name. 

I know I've been there before,
I've eaten the apple down to the core,
when everyone was out to settle a score.

If she is laughing, she doesn't know why.
How can she laugh when they tell her to cry?
Bratty, little selfish girl they say she is.

It's hard to imagine a world where you can be,
practically imperfect and careful as she.
People do judge, but what do they know?
Flowers like her they grow.

Now, she knows she's lost her way. 
She doesn't always know what to say. 
She still bites her tongue when they say her name.