Good Enough?

Is that all you ever want?
Perfection.
Everything just needs to be just a little better.
You fix everything, make it fit your standards.
Except me.
Im the disappointment, the unfixable.
Everything about me is so wrong to you.
I cant be exactly how you picture me.
Its too much.
Impossible.
I may not be as skinny as youd like,
Or as smart.
Or anything of the sort.
But Id like to at least be able to love myself
Without you breathing ridicule down my neck.
You search,
You search for every little mistake.
Any slight blemish, tweak, glimmer of imperfection.
And of course,
You always find something with me.
Will I ever be good enough?
Can I climb high enough to sit atop
The pedestal youve so elegantly built for me?
No, I cant. Nor will I.
I dont want to succumb to all of your ridiculous
Perceptions and ideals of how I should be.
Im me.
Im not good enough for you,
But Im hoping soon enough
That Ill be good enough for myself, and only myself.
When that will happen I have no clue.
But I will work and wait,
I dont need your approval.
But Ill never be good enough.
See?
The world just cant accept me for me.