Imperfect No. 1

I'm broken and scattered, walking on a dark path that no one will guide you all along. Being the center of attraction yet no one paths your back telling you can get true it soon. Imperfect I'am, for we are all alike, we are humans, we have mistakes depending on its grievance but we are all worth saving for. Feeling worthless is what they've shown, you became weary from worrying, restless, this shipwreck faith we have. Remember there is a place where your fear has to face the God you know.