perfect

as i started to realize
the girl i'm looking at seems to have a very happy life.

but then who am i to judge?
who am i to criticize?

somehow the smiles and laughter she shows,
as if life was something real easy.

and i'm looking at another girl,
who seems to be so nice,

hypocrite.
but what do i know?

just as much i want to judge,
maybe,
as much as i want to be somebody else,
or,
as much as i don't want to be somebody else.

maybe, just maybe, it's just perfect to be me