Nothing I do is quite right.
If it's right.
               It's too right.


      There's a flaw in the perfection of it.
                        I've tried too hard.
              That's somehow,
                              Repulsive.



If it's wrong,
            Well all my flaws are laid bare.
                       Why are you still here?
                Putting up with them?
    It would be best if you left.


                   You deserve better.
                    Different.
        Different is all.


My only flaw is that I'm not different.
It's no matter of right or wrong.