Perfect

Mon, 01/27/2020 - 15:35 -- Hml_01

You taught me to be perfect 

until I was better than you

and you destroyed me so

I wouldn't be so perfect

or better than you .

Because how would that be

fair if someone was finally better

than you . But what hurt was that you

created me .

Mom

This poem is about: 
Our world

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