Perfection

Everyone seems to have 

Their own 

Agenda 

Wanting me to follow 

Theirs --

Even the six year old 

Who makes up rules 

To suit herself -

She let's herself win 

But not every time 

So as

Not to

Create suspicion -

She's too cute 

To say no to -

Now 

But someday someone 

Surely

Will

Life itself will 

Have it's way -

It always does

And you -

You

Want me to be 

Someone special 

Someone perfect 

And I -

Just want to 

Run 

To hide -

The answer is 

A certain degree 

Of confidence 

I suppose -

And

Better hiding techniques 

-Camouflage 

-Smoke screens 

-Carefully covering 

     Tracks 

Let the six year old compose 

-all the rules she wants to 

But you -

Will have to know 

That I'm not perfect 

Now -

And won't be -

Probably -

Ever