Oh a nose so high in the air
It can't smell the roses
Eyes that look through people
See only what use they are to you

Oh that we could all be so perfect
Never a problem without a fix
Always having the correct answers
Emotions all packaged in perfection

Oh with inadequacies abundant in me
Bruises from falling and being pushed
Eyes that tear for self and for others
Emotions frayed and running the gamut

Oh I would still rather be me.