Sometimes I wonder what goes through her mind.

Sometimes I wonder what she sees.

Sometimes I wonder just how blind

I really seem to be.

Sometimes I see that she's reading.

Sometimes I see that she has a new book.

Sometime I see her and think

Am I really as dumb as I look?

She seems to be so calm and patient.

She seems to have no flaws.

She seems to know the situation.

But is she really like that at all?

I know she may seem perfect.

I know she can act sweet.

I know she's not I suspect

Because the perfect one is me.