More to the right,

no a little to the left;

a B plus sucks,

an A minus is worse;

a strand in my face,

okay, but it better be curly;

I played the wrong note,

let's start from the beginning;

a red zit on my chin—

the most crippling imperfection;

gained half a pound,

off to the treadmill;

I won the game,

but only by two points.

I strive for perfection,

but I stumble and fall;

I try to accept my imperfections,

but I tremble and break.

I guess I'm just human,

but what the hell did I think I was?

Who the hell did I think I could be?

Maybe it will just take time

to become acquainted with me.