Perfect

All I ever wanted

Was to be a perfect creation

With no error, no erasing

Just as cent percent perfect being...

A heart which you could search

Inside and outside worth,

Which required no alteration,

Just me a perfect being...

Whom everyone keeps searching

On search engines and pages

But when there's one

They don't realize it's here still...

The more we get

The more we fell something missing

No one else to compare 

You're perfect, he's saying...

And then, all I have to see

Is a perfect thing in me

I hope that one day you realize

How perfect I am being...