Perfect

Perfect houses, perfect scores
Perfect life’s, I do ignore
But deep inside I know the truth
I am my failures now, and in my youth

I am the shadow with no crown
I am the dwelling, and a long gone town
I am a place you once drove by
Still living there and wondering why

Perfect never got to me
For I am just an ordinary simplicity

Perfect jobs and perfect style
For you it only was a shortcut while
You just stood there, aced it all
But I am still standing here, little and small

But still you judge, for I could have overcome
All the failures I have become
All my lacking lays with me
I am the creator of my own reality

But how can I create without the proper tools
How can one become from none, to no more fools
Do you really think I choose to be this way
That all my failures was particular choice in my everyday

And are my failures mine alone
Our are they outcomes of the life we won
I do not know if I reflect your judging truth
But I am something more than no bedazzling youth

I am my life, the one I got
I am never no one, I am not
I am like you a product from my lived and won past
Even though yours is perfect and mine the outcast

For I am not perfect, I am my failures as you see
But this I rather be
Then all the perfect you cast your way
At least my failures enlights my way

For a life of perfect never guarantee
A happy life you see
But I promise this to you
I would never judge your failures, or your moments lack of glee
For I have learned life is never and will never be the illusion of perfectly