Perfection

How I strive to be the best I can be. It seems like it is mandatory in all forms of life. At first I thought I could be happy with just being me, But the outside forces, peer and role, influence me otherwise: Now it becomes a matter of survival. You are either status quo or “no go.” But I am reminded of something, When someone see you slip or fall, When someone sees you rise to the call. When someone sees you with hairs at burnt ends, When someone sees you with a million dollar smile. When someone sees you frustrated with life, When someone sees you feeling like an MVP. When some can bear with all your bad points, And admires your good points. And loves you no matter what the reasons, That is a true friend. And that is perfect to me.