I tried to be perfect

I tried to be perfect, only to be failed

I tried to be honest, only to get a sneer, 

I tried to be happy, only to be broken and paled 

I tried to act normal, only to be belittled clear 

Is there still a world without darkness? 

Without fear and the heartless? 

   

I tried to be perfect, only to be failed once again, 

I tried to be unique, only to be called a freak, 

I tried to be expressionless, only to gain no gain; 

I tried to be silent, only to be called a dumb, who can't speak, 

It is funny to think that this is the reality

The very ones who shed blood protected, honestly. 

I tried to be perfect, and only to be failed, another time, 

Sometimes, I think, how perfect would it be, 

If people maintained their both sides at their prime; 

If they stopped belittling the poor's glee, 

How perfect would it be! For God's

sake! 

Yet, it can't be real because nothing is perfect and all others imitations are fake. 

I tried to be perfect, only to be failed, again and again, 

I tried to cry, only to find, no tears droplets fell 

I tried to suicide, only to find a heartfelt pain; 

I tried to be myself, only to find me escaping the never-ending Hell, 

I never tried to be perfect, once again

As, I find myself not caring about the past stains from then.