So Perfect

Why do you sit on that bench,

            never moving?

So alone.

So silent.

So still.

So perfect.

Why do you dream impossible things,

            always hoping?

So forlorn.

So sad.

So poignant.

So perfect.

Why do you shut everyone out,

            always the loner?

So solitary.

So private.

So lonely.

So perfect.

Why do have to be so strong,

            always the hero?

So brave.

So courageous.

So valiant.

So perfect.

Why do you weep,

            Always hiding?

So soft.

So true.

So real.

So perfect.