Perfection

What is perfection,
to be a perfect one?

Is it to be young and wise,
to be humbly proud?
Or to never tell a lie,
and be quietly loud?

Is it to be uniquely beautiful,
while still being you?
Or simply bold,
while still being true?

Is it be always be right,
but remembering to be wrong?
Or to stand up and fight,
except against your Mom?

For my description,
as you can simply see;
I believe perfection,
is being perfectly me.
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Simple poem, but true to us all the same.