Perfect beings

posted fb 16/11/13


#283 Your perfection makes me blue



You are so perfect so efficient


You are tall and statues


Me short and squat


I am just a smudge


To be rubbed out 


I am lke a midge, a gnat, a moth


You are superior 


I can see why God made you


Me I question my existence


Whenever I am next to you

Everything you do you do well

Life for me is a mystery

Wondering if I have wandered into Hell

Waiting for a bell

To ring to signify my purpose

As I begin to believe I am truly worthless