by Amanda Dzioba
Nobody's perfect so why do I try to be
somebody else other than me
Nobody's always right so why do I think so
Why do I argue I don't even know
not everybody's nice so why get offended
Why do I do what people have demanded
nobody's normal so why be jealous
Why not be proud of myself instead of hellish
nobody's body is perfect so why do I complain
It makes me so angry it makes me go instead
nobody is truthful so why judge
Why be angry at somebody when they hold a grudge
We try to act so perfect but perfect isn't real
everyone has problems so what's the deal
Why not be thankful and happy for what we get
when will it click in that nobody's perfect?

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