I WISH FOR PERFECTION.

I want to be perfect, I need to be perfect, I crave to be perfect

For how could I face this world with any less?

It demands me to be perfect,

I have to be perfect

So why aren't I perfect?

Why am I me,

So pathetically normal.

So unspecial in every way.

I want to stand up, look in the mirror

and see someone else

Someone with looks, and straight A's.

Someone with lots of friend.

Someone others want to be,

Anyone other than me.

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Kriss