This is a personal narrative written in iambic pentameter with a couple rhyming couples... Warning: exaggeration of pathos. Certainly not my best work, because this poem actually makes some sense.

Perfection
You always accept me for who I am
Not once have you desired to perfect me . . .
You do not reflect my imperfections,
You smile justly, "what imperfections?"
Way down inside, I feel a twinge of pain.
Errorless? But... my whole system was glitched--
How queer to be embodied 'ideal'.
Why do I find those words abstruse?
My world is turning upside down,
Optimism defeats Pessimism
Changing inside, I naturally shiver.
Nevermore classified with neurosis.
Wave goodbye to the old world's confinement,
Let the sky explode into glass pieces.
Scratch away my eyes; May I gaze deeper?
For the first time, someone's arms around me.
Like spread out branches of a summer tree
Not like a haunting numbness... prickling...
Appreciating physicality
Your skin warms me like a safety blanket.
Driven to distraction, rapid adaptation--
No longer fearing what I lusted for.
Encouraged by you to keep on pursuing,
You always accept me for who I am
Not once have you desired to perfect me . . .
You do not reflect my imperfections,
You smile justly, "what imperfections?"
Please give me time to learn true acceptance.