Poem: "Perfect"

Jan 02, 2008 - 00:45 AM PST

You pull out a book
The pages filled with perfect letters
Letters written in sanity
With a purpose

I look down on my own paper
Filled with mindless phrases
That don’t quite add up

You come to school everyday
Looking exactly…perfect
The world stares at you and smiles
Because you belong

You always know the perfect thing to say
Because even if you say the
Wrong things that I do
It comes out different for you

Almost is close but it
Doesn’t mean anything
When someone’s already been there