Perfection

ugh...teenageness

I wish I was perfect in your eyes.
Flawless.
But you got stuck with me.
I am sure you wish i came with a warning label to better
prepare you for the next mood swing.
And maybe if I was perfect,
you would love me the way I wish you would.
Maybe If I faked who I was I could make you like me better as a person.
But you got stuck with me.
I wish I was this person.
But you are stuck with me the way I am.
I hope you love me nonetheless.