Reality

Not samrt enough
Not thin enough
Not fast enough
Never good enough.
Why an I never enough?
What's so wrong with me?
Why do you look at me
And laugh at what you see?
Don't expect me to be perfect.
Perfection belongs to God.
You may think you're high and mighty
But you're nothing like a God.
Don't persecute me
For not being perfect
For not measuring up
To what you think I should be.
I don't like being angry
But you poss me off
Every time you look at me.
Let go of the image you have in your head
Let go of your image of me.
For I will never be your image
Beacuse I am reality!