There is always
Prettier
Smarter
Friendlier
More talented
More confident
Stronger
Faster
Steadier
More whole
More loving
More understanding
Kinder
Wittier
More graceful
More fit
Funnier
Happier
Better
That is how we are never perfect, which they all say is bad. But then aren't we all bad?
I am broken. I am a mess. I am nothing of which you deserve.
But if you see perfection where I see shattered pieces of me
And you hold me as I fall apart
If you love me when I feel my most alone
Then maybe I can live without being perfect
To everyone that is bad
As long as I am perfect
To the one person that is good.