Why would anyone ever put me on a pedestal?

Have you met me? I don’t belong up there.

My flaws are unnumbered, the scars I carry so ugly

That sometimes I can’t even look at myself.

I am imperfectly human, full of rage

At the unfairness of other people’s choices

Full of despair at how many times it takes

For me to finally learn a lesson.

If I was up on a pedestal, I’d be even more exposed

Than I already am, after running my mouth

And spilling my tears and screaming about

Just how much injustice there is in the world

And how much of it has been directed at me.

Seriously, don’t ever put me on a pedestal.

The realization that I don’t belong up there

Will break you open.