Behind the Flowers

Perfection

I wish I could be a robot,
One with the perfect thoughts and the perfect words,
With the perfect actions and the perfect tone,
No more emotions,
No more mistakes,
Just existence and perfection.

I wish to be rid of my humanity, 
Because being human-
Being alive-
Means you make mistakes,
Because everytime a tear goes down my face,
It does so with such a bittersweet disgrace,
That it fills me with rage,
An emotion,
All of which I wish to be rid of.

I wish for their happiness over my own,
I feel guilt everytime I wish for mine,
I wish for such perfection-
Such roboticness-
Because then maybe they'll be happy.
I'll follow orders,
Never forgetful,
Never late,
Always good,
Always perfect.
They'll he happy then-
Right?