Perfect

It stares with its intellect,
leering at my fate.
It knows everything that exists,
it knows all that is.
You perfect little person,
standing up so tall,
you're compassionate as ever,
and yet you seem so small.

Do you even exist,
for I don't understand,
because you seem incredibly weak,
a robot once again.

Is this the look that we all want,
perfect in every way,
or is there such a thing, that could be,
a wrong without a way.