At times I feel the pressure
All at once
To fulfill my destiny
To be what i'm meant to be
And what matters most
Is that i'm perfect
Everything I do
Precise and planned
Concise and in control
And though I am,
Meanwhile, seemingly
I am not
I am only flawed
And I am not enough
For I am not every person
And not everywhere
Not all of the time
I am human
I am grateful
But I am flawed
And that's where I've gone wrong