A Theory of Perfection
To everyone I’m just a human.
I cry,
laugh,
smile,
and love.
To me,
I’m more than just human.
I’m me.
As much as People put me down,
Call me names,
Push me around,
I get up off the ground,
Stand up,
And rule the world.
As much as I fall,
Fail,
Make mistakes,
I’m flawless.
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