Perfect
The wind blows through your hair
The salty sea air gritty and warm
I see you enjoy the way it feels
It's a special thing to you
You wait for the perfect set
Then you rise for the perfect stance
And when you don't make it
You bite your bottom lip in frustration
Your green eyes piercing
Your hair making a halo around your face look aflame
Then you smile wickedly and start all over again
How perfect you are
You grin, half-heartedly, ready again
Amongst others, you are lonely and misunderstood
Your perfection is your shield
Its hides you from the rest of the world, a weapon
But sometimes it is held against you
You finally get what you want
Your obstinance gets you there
You have the determination
Yet, you will never be perfect