Is that all you ever want?
Perfection.
Everything just needs to be just a little better.
You fix everything, make it fit your standards.
Except me.
Im the disappointment, the unfixable.
Everything about me is so wrong to you.
I cant be exactly how you picture me.
Its too much.
Impossible.
I may not be as skinny as youd like,
Or as smart.
Or anything of the sort.
But Id like to at least be able to love myself.


i am..me.