People seem to think I'm perfect
Just because I can do many things.
I don't like it.
They expect me to have no flaws,
But I'm only human.
I can't do everything.
When I excell at things,
They get jealous.
They attack me with harsh words
And put me down with their actions.
I want to scream.
I want to tell them that I WILL make mistakes.
That I won't get it right every time.
But the sad truth is,
That they won't listen when I say:
I am NOT perfect.