One Thing

Everything is right
But one thing is wrong
I see it in the corner of my eye
Its on the tip of my tongue
The shirt with one wrinkle
That can never be ironed strait
Or my porcelain skin
Encroached by a tiny blemish
Almost perfect
Almost there
But its right under my skin
And tangled in my hair
Unfixable
and inside, its unsettling
That one thing is wrong
When everything else is perfect