So Perfect

Rules are made, forever,
Changing each day.
I never know what to think,
I am I right? wrong?
Sick, of being treated like i know all.

Once was said,
I would go far.
Sick of hearing that tune,
That sound,
Oh my god, you're so perfect.

Me, my own perosn,
Can't they see.
Bread in this world,
Not only yo succeed.
I want to be happy, laugh aswell.