Perfect
is what I'm not
I cry too much
and eat when I'm sad
I crave attention
and tell secrets
that I wasn't meant to tell
I don't study enough
and get a few B's
I'm a few inches too short
a few more pounds too big
I make a bunch of mistakes
I talk too much
and forget to listen closely
and all of this swirls
sticks
percolates
in my brain
making me forget
that not being perfect
doesn't mean I'm not
good