Mourning Skies

perfect

The world is a monster

Where we find ourselves stuck

In the in between.

We crave the perfection

That it seems everyone has

Except for us.

We think

"Why can't I be like them?"

"Why can't I have so many friends?"

"Why can't I be loved?"

Well the truth is

You are loved.

It may not seem

Like it at most times

But it's true.

You don't see your smile

When you're explaining

Something you love.

You don't notice the way

Your head tilts, confused,

When I try to convince you

You've always been perfect

That's all you've ever been.

Perfect.

Far more perfect

Than all those people

You go green with envy for