Sometimes.

Sometimes, much too often, I look, I adore and I wish. I wish that I could be that person, I wish that I was perfect. But all too often that definition of perfect becomes askew. Perfect...

The perfect dancer, the best. I wish

To be incredibly in shape, all skinny yet muscular

A perfect pianist,

or the smartest of smart,

the most beautiful one that everyone else would envy,

the best musician

and the nicest person ever.

the most eloquent writer,

to sing the very best

and to have all the talent in the world.

Yet,

I'm an ordinary girl...

and to others I may never be the best,

but I will be the best I can be,

and that is something extraordinary.