• Misshapen, cried, abhorred,
    Something left on the cutting board,
    I clean it up, I count to ten,
    Perfection isn't what counts,
    Perfection's just a friend.

    I can stand by you,
    Always being ignored,
    I can stand alone,
    Constantly being torn.
    I can sit quietly,
    Leaving no thoughts behind,
    I can sit beside you,
    With only you in my mind.

    A shifting friendship,
    Best, good, enemy,
    I can say it's my fault,
    And you can say it too.
    But perfection is only a thought,
    A thought I think of you,
    But sadly I am no one,
    But I can wait till you're done.
    A person I was meant to be,
    A person with perfection,
    A perfection set free.