itās never perfection.
when she arrives with the groceries, and im busy, you get angry at me for not helping her.
but when i stop and go to help her, you get angry at me for stopping my āimportantā work.
itās never perfection.
when iām busy and donāt stop to eat, you get angry at me for not taking care of myself.
but when i eat more, to you, itās just me trying to get out of work.
itās never perfection.
when you get angry at me for not going outside and being stuck inside all day.
but to you, when i go outside, iām just trying to escape my responsibilities.
itās never perfection.
when i talk back to you.
but when i donāt speak, iām ādisrespectfulā for not āpaying attention.ā
itās never perfection.
so why do i yearn for it? because no matter what, itāll never be.
so i wave to my soul, my personality, as it is crushed by your weight.
i say goodbye.
because itāll never be perfection.
