Perfect

I know what she wants from me

It’s what they all wanted from me

And I know why

It’s perfect

Or so I planned it out to be

Long ago..

Something seems to have gone wrong though

At least it would seem

This process of perfecting

Has led to isolation

Because this, no one really has the potential to be

Not even me

No one comes close

How could they?

And no one gets close

How could they?

Somehow they want the same

But they don’t know where to start

And they don’t want my help

How could I blame them?

This me doesn’t seem real

They all see something they want

Something they want to hold onto

But it’s not me

It’s this perfectly put together man

This man I’ve built

From scratch

To be this fantastic catch

But now, it is me

At least, now there’s no one else

For me to be

No one left for me to be

But then when I let them in

And they get to see

They don’t always think this picture is so pretty

Or at least not like it seemed

Because you see, there’s nothing for free

And over time, I’ve abandoned them

Just like I abandoned him

Because there’s no going back

We always become what we pretend

They say it’s the imperfections

That make us fall

That also make us who we are

And I think, maybe, I’m beginning to understand

There’s nothing to fix

And it’s ok not to care

Because all you can do

If you’re lucky, is to be aware

You can’t change anything

About yourself or anyone else

And that’s ok

Because sooner than you think, one day

It will all be over

Don’t try to be perfect

Try to be aware

ⓒ 2006 Shawn Michael Quinn