Perfect
I want freedom to do what I want without criticism
But I also want you to feel secure
I need a way to express my anger
Without being sarcastic and immature
I'm better at speaking without opposition
But expressing myself is the only catharsis
To keep me from collapsing beneath
This pile of introspective garbage

Polish off my edges
To your idea of perfect
But who I am on the inside
Isn't who I am on the surface
And everything I think and feel
And believe is my purpose
Is the difference between being
Who I am and feeling worthless

I am a victim or at least
That's what my intuition tells me
A hazard to myself and
Every person that I meet
But I'll die before I surrender to this
Sense of prepetual uselessness
That hinges on what I confess
Is selfish, pretentious obstinance
Polish off my edges
To your idea of perfect
But who I am on the inside
Isn't who I am on the surface
And everything I think and feel
And believe is my purpose
Is the difference between being
Who I am and feeling worthless

All that I want is to be free of these obligations
All that I need is to adjust and be complacent
All that I have is this hopelessly clenched fist
All that I am is someone you won't miss

Polish off my edges
To your idea of perfect
But who I am on the inside
Isn't who I am on the surface
And everything I think and feel
And believe is my purpose
Is the difference between being
Who I am and feeling worthless

I'm worthless

(I want to believe that I mean something to anyone, but the more time that passes, the more I feel like I'm just waiting for the day when everyone moves on from the idea that I am capable of success, and realizes that they're all rooting for a failure, and in this moment I find peace, knowing that no matter how hard I try to make a positive impact on this world or the people that I love, on a long enough timeline I will be forgotten. Thank God.)