Perfect

I feel like I'm sinking

in an ocean full of perfection

I just can't stay afloat,

I've never learnt how to swim

Everyone around me,

doing what they believe

what seems to me

satisfaction and complete perfection

I just can't keep up

with all of these people

And I suck at running

so I'm back here, catching my breath

while everyone else is miles away,

just blurry figures by the finish line

no one turning back, to see if I'm fine

It doesn't seem to matter either way

I'll just stay here, wait and complain