"I want to be perfect,"
I once had said,
But, I didn't know that,
These words are bled.

I now know,
I was a young fool,
Perfection is a dream,
To us, 'tis cruel.

I wanted to be a princess,
Down when I was five,
"Princesses are perfect,"
And that was my strive.

I now know,
What I want to do,
I want to write,
My feelings for you.

I'm not perfect,
No one will be,
But inner perfection,
Is all I see.

Perfection is a dream,
And that is my truth,
I now know it is,
Not so much my youth.