I have always tried to achieve perfection,

Doing the will of others

And never doing my own,

Afraid of what they'll think otherwise

Years have passed and I still haven't learned

How to achieve affection,

Perfection, in the eyes

Of my peers, and even my friends

People pass by me day by day

And I wonder how they do it.

How they move with grace and flawlessness,

surrounded by friends and loved by so many

Does perfection even exist?

Or is it just a make believe

Reality inside of my head,

Pushing me towards self-hatred?

Nevertheless, I will keep on trying

To achieve this alien feeling,

And be a pleasurable sight to all around me.

One day I will achieve perfection.