does perfection define us?

is it worth the trouble

worth crying at night

because you are not

'perfect'?

the cliché "no one is perfect"

is a lie.

because when i wake up everyday,

i see a perfect girl

a perfect boy

and realize how imperfect

i am

i realize how much more of a loser

i've become.

i realize that the only thing

that made me imperfect

are the thoughts that run through my head.

the over thinking

that I've taken, now as a best friend;

a poison that i can not live without.



i understand that

the only thing standing between

me and perfect

is merely

me.




L.A.M & m.g.