Perfect

What’s wrong with the world?
We only care about the perfections in people
But what about those of us who just aren’t good enough?
The ones who just can’t be perfect.

We are hiding years of imperfection formed by scars
But it just isn’t enough
These scars make us who we are, yet brand us as freaks
Our marks define us as imperfect

We can be at the top
But still need more
Nothing seems to be right with anything anymore
Because Perfect isn’t good enough

My life is far from perfect
I can be in a sea of people and still feel alone
The things I do just aren’t enough for anyone
I’m sorry I can’t be perfect.