Perfection

tonight i look at myself in the mirror,
outward appearences hide me well,
for what i really am, only i can tell.

i smile when i see your face,
what you have to say, i with patience hear,
only to wait until you have gone away,
to burn in anger, hate and fear.

i cannot play with words, like you
i cannot make a friend out of every stranger,
i cannot see the world like you,
to me, it lacks that essential glimmer.

everyday, i hope against hope,
to someday, take my life into my own hands,
and fashion it into what i want,
An image of you - PERFECTION

tis a loosing battle, and i invariably fail,
slowly, glimmering hope turns frail,
replaced by seething jealousy, envious green,
i hate who you are and what i cannot become.

Once again i realize, i am no one.