Disclaimer: Poem’s mine. No one else’s. So no sense in stealing this pitiless poem.

To be honest, I’ll never be prefect.

No matter how hard I try,

No matter how hard I work at it,

I’ll never be perfect in your eyes.

Always a lowly lazybug who never does anything right,

let alone does anything

who’s dumb, who’s stupid

who is no one.

Don’t think of me, I know

I’m someone to be disregarded

with only one glance

to be left forgotten

as if I never existed.

You’re frustrated at my imperfectness, I know

which leaves me nothing but shameful

knowing that I’ll never be “ideal,” “wonderful,” “flawless”

in your eyes

and be constantly reminded of it

every single day

and be berated for it.

Something’s wrong with me –

I should be perfect, instead of imperfect

Yet I’m not, much to your dismay

You expect me to do everything right, with the best of my ability

with no mistakes

only glowing smiles and wonderful grades

But I don’t have that

I’m sad to say.

I’m sorry for not being perfect,

it isn’t who I am

No matter how hard you try for me to be

And even if I worked hard enough, toiled for all the time I had

I’m facing the truth –

it’ll be no use.

I’ll never be perfect.