Little me, how could you not see?
Perfection is a misperception.

You devoid yourself of emotion,
Strive for a life without devotion
To another human being, another person.

Your GPA climbs higher
While your smile grows tighter.

Hide the pain, forget the fear
    -Misplace that year

Little me, you will see

We grow older - smart
We start to let the tears fall,
    allow the pain to be felt
Smiling becomes less strained
    they become real – Duchenne

I smile, I laugh, I cry
    and I still wonder why?    

But, no longer do I find myself guilty
Of thoughts and words not meant.

Instead, I have spent.

Many years learning, churning
Emotions raging,
    Sometimes upstaging,
    The Search for Self.

    Yet, here I stand.

A 24 year-old nerd, geek, whatever
Genuinely caring about others,
    but selfish as a bitch.

For I will reach my dreams, achieve my goals.
Assist others as I may, but I will not stray
    From the dream never-ending,
            lending a path for me and others.

Little me, our story has not been told,
    but on perfection I am no longer sold.

    You, I, we will never be perfect.
    but it's time to accept our imperfections.

    They are what makes us flawless.