I'm a Perfect Imperfection.

Im a perfect imperfection, with deepness in my shallows,
I was born one winters morning, hanging from a gallows,
I want to be a poet, writing rhyme that never rhymes,
I'd like to climb Big Ben and listen to its chimes.

Im an anonymous anomaly, that’s what the teacher said,
I get the strangest visions, deep inside my head,
I love the snow in summer, flying kites when there’s no wind,
when I went to see a vicar, he told me I had sinned.

I'm good at being bad, when im bad I'm just no good,
I always do the right things, that get misunderstood,
I tried to host a contest, but they put it on shelf,
when I entered my own poem and won the thing myself.

Anonymity is not that bad, at least it gets you known,
but the anomaly inside me, they say is undergrown.
I view the world with wonder, missing everything I see,
If you understand this poem, you’re a better man than me.