Of all the things I hate and loathe,

The word Perfect I hate the most.

Of all the ways to tell a tale,

Perfect is the best disguise.

I can handle Smart,

I can brush off Beautiful,

Talented and Funny,

Could be part of me,

But to shove that filthy,

Vile,

Rotten,

Painful,

Meaningless,

Lie down my throat

Is torture of the worst kind since

Perfect is a lie.