My hair should be
Longer.
My teeth should be
Whiter.
My face should be
Clearer.
My eyes should be
Brighter.
My nose should be
Smaller.
My eyebrows should be
Thinner.
My smile should be
Bigger.
My face should be
Perfect.
I should be
Perfect.
But isn't no one
Perfect?
Exactly. No one is
Perfect.
Even perfect finds it hard to be
Perfect, all of the time.
Sometimes we forget
That.
But here is a
Reminder.
Not even I nor he nor she nor they nor anyone
Perfect.
(A/N: I'd like to thank weirdchildd for noticing a very important flaw in this poem, thank you.)
