Perfect

In a beautiful bundle

Of fresh red roses,

Does anyone notice

The one that is withering?

In a perfect sky

Full of bright, twinkling stars,

Does anyone notice

The one that is barely glimmering?

In a happy school,

Where the children laugh and play,

Does anyone notice

The one that is always left out?

In a full bowl of cereal,

Where the o-shaped cereal floats on the milk,

Does anyone notice

The one misshapen circle?

In a garden,

Where beautiful flowers grow,

Does anyone notice

The one brown clump of dead petals on the ground?

In the writing

Of a perfect student’s paper,

Does anyone notice

The one shaky letter, written by a trembling hand?

In a dazzling smile,

Seemingly full of happiness,

Does anyone notice

The sadness hidden behind it?

The answer is no.

And it will always be no.

Because we believe what we will,

And we want everything to be perfect,

Even if we know

That not everything

Is perfect.