You like to be perfect

Nevertheless you are afraid

Sometimes with your grades

Sometimes with the feeling of masquerade

You want to be perfect

Then what's the need to live in fear

It's worthless

If it doesn't gives you cheers

Wrong and right

Peace or fight

You want it in every way

No Matter your happiness would be Its pay

Being euphoric at small things

Forgotten all your dreams

Does perfection is important than wings

Feeling is beautiful when you find your euphoria

Nevertheless perfection is still an utopia.