Why does it seem that I have to be perfect?
Why do people expect so much from me?
Why should I have the perfect body?
Why should I have my books perfect the first time?
Why should I have to hide my feelings?
I hide them because no one needs to care about me.
No one needs to worry about me. I'm not perfect, I never will be.
But then again your not perfect either...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem