The Perfect Question

What is it that I want?

No one is perfect.

Why do her problems hurt me?

Maybe because I love her more than I can see.

Why do I love her so much?

For the favors she does for me are rare.

What do I have to look up to?

She struggles to stay in one piece.

Why can’t they see that I have learned better?

Because they don’t want it to happen to me.

Do they think I slept through all those nights?

The noise was harsh in seventh grade.

Why do I feel so small compared to her?

Because she “needs” more attention.

What about me?

I am only here when she leaves.

What is it that I want?

No one is perfect.