There is little that is right about  me

My thighs like each other too much to put a gap between them

My head is too scared of the sky to be any higher up

My mind wants to speak, but is afraid of being wrong

My heart is too big to hold itself together when it breaks

But that's just how it is

That's how it is always going to be

Perfectly wrong is the me I embrace

I see so many others like me

Being told that their own form of perfection

Will just never be enough

It took me a long time to get here

And there is a much longer way to go

But for the world of people just like me, please know

You define perfection