Whats up with being perfect?

by Steven   Apr 8, 2005


Each day i tell myself i have to be perfect
each day i tell myself i must not mess up and do everything the right way
why was i trying to be perfect?
why was i not trying to mess up?
i didn't want my girlfriend to think i was a fool
i didn't want my girlfriend to look bad
i love girlfriend so much to understand that
i love girlfriend so much that i want her to feel happy
i wanted her to feel she with the perfect man
but people make there mistakes
but people make there mess up
i hated myself cause of what i did
i hated myself my life cause if what i done
i tryed my best i tell myself
but in the end...
nobody will ever be perfect...

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