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I hate it when you call me perfect.
Would you like to know why?
Because I know that nobody's perfect, no one could possible be perfect. That totally goes against human nature.
Right?
But nobody seems to believe that when I tell them.
"Oh no," they explain, "You're the perfect child."
That's really funny.
Because when you call me perfect, I feel like I have to seek out my flaws, just to prove to you that I am indeed NOT perfect.
I don't think you know how hard it is to focus on your flaws all day, every day.
I feel like I have to play up my flaws (although you promise I have none) to make you see what I can clearly make out when I look in a cloudy mirror:
Imperfection.
You'll never know how much it hurts me to have you constantly telling me how perfect my life is.
Yeah. You tell me that I have the grades, the looks, the talent, the friends, the faith, the connectibility, the whatever.
That brings me to tears.
And I know normal people wouldn't have that reaction. Any "normal" person would kill to be called perfect ONE time.
But that's the thing. I'm not normal.
But do you know how I feel when I see people looking around, feeling threatened by my "perfect" presence?
Well I bet you don't.
I feel hated, put down for the person I am.
And it saddens me to think that my life is perfect.
Oh honey, you haven't seen the least of it.
Would you like to know why?
Because I know that nobody's perfect, no one could possible be perfect. That totally goes against human nature.
Right?
But nobody seems to believe that when I tell them.
"Oh no," they explain, "You're the perfect child."
That's really funny.
Because when you call me perfect, I feel like I have to seek out my flaws, just to prove to you that I am indeed NOT perfect.
I don't think you know how hard it is to focus on your flaws all day, every day.
I feel like I have to play up my flaws (although you promise I have none) to make you see what I can clearly make out when I look in a cloudy mirror:
Imperfection.
You'll never know how much it hurts me to have you constantly telling me how perfect my life is.
Yeah. You tell me that I have the grades, the looks, the talent, the friends, the faith, the connectibility, the whatever.
That brings me to tears.
And I know normal people wouldn't have that reaction. Any "normal" person would kill to be called perfect ONE time.
But that's the thing. I'm not normal.
But do you know how I feel when I see people looking around, feeling threatened by my "perfect" presence?
Well I bet you don't.
I feel hated, put down for the person I am.
And it saddens me to think that my life is perfect.
Oh honey, you haven't seen the least of it.
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I am really sick of people calling me perfect all the time. Seriously, every time people call me perfect, I wanna CRY! I am NOT PERFECT, and it makes me sad that people think that any human could possible be perfect. We are all flawed, it's just part of us.
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I'm sorry that people say that to you. It bugs me when anyone thinks that 'anyone' is perfect... simply because there's no such thing. I agree with this poem whole-heartedly!