I’m perfect, I am. It’s a funny thing, never failing, having no flaws. As each day passes  I get better. And every time I think,  Surely, this is it but the next day I’m astounded that  I am better than I’ve ever been. I can’t even look in the mirror, because I’m scared  I’ll get lost  in my reflection. But here I am, sure in my skin, and I will be here forever, ‘cause I have no room to grow.