Perfection

I sit in this house

and I don't understand,

how you can be so petty,

with something this grand. 

Eveything's appearance,

nothing has depth,

being here is suffocating.

I'm losing my breath.

I try to be perfect,

but fail at the test,

perhaps I should work harder,

maybe I should rest.

I just can't stand

the order of things,

vacuous, superficial,

do you know what that means?

I agree with you,

my life isn't that hard,

and I'm sorry for you,

because I know yours is marred,

But try and understand.

Why won't you notice

that under this pressure,

I feel hopeless.