The Perfect Me Poem by Robin Rodriguez

Perfect is something I'll never be.
At least to you does that ring true.
You pushed and prodded for the
Best grades of everything.
Severe punishment for anything less.

Finally, the disappointment became
Too much, and you put me into
The lovely public system.
All my teachers ranted and raved
Never had they had a student like me.
But I could feel the death glare.

My grades, all A's were never good enough,
My assignments never completely precise.
You thought micro-managing my life
Would break me.

Newsflash, I'm like a stone.