Well, I get what I deserve. I bet I'll get punished for all eternity. Never ever call me nice, because I am not.

It's absolutely shocking how I have become resentful over the last seven months. I have constantly "suppressed" and "killed". Then I get envious of those who can "rebuild". It's unfair. I never asked for this, but I get what I deserve.

I wanted everything to be perfect.
I didn't want there to be a single mistake.
No scars.
No out-of-place mark.
Perfect.

On the way,
it got tarnished
by the sun.
How could it be perfect?

When I recieved it,
I looked all over
saw a single mark
in the corner
Refused to take it
Threw it out the window

It's sitting on the corner of the lawn.
Imperfect.