Perfect is not a goal of mine
Never has been, never will be
Perfect is a myth, a legend
A desperate person’s fantasy
Perfect is so far off
I can hardly see it
Let alone touch it
Let alone be it
Maybe perfect does exist
Somewhere in the stars
Hidden away from mankind
Never to be ours
But I won’t join a hopeless search
To crash and burn it’s fated
I’m happy with who I am
Perfect is overrated
I wrote this poem, being a little tired of people criticizing me whenever I don’t quite live up to their ridiculous expectations. I may have a bit of a reputation, but I am not perfect, nor I am trying to be. Hopefully some of you can relate 🙂
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