jojo: perfectionists are..

There is no such person called a perfectionist
Only people who want things done their way
By my own rights, I'd like to conveniently call them assholes.

:jojo: Daydream

I lay to sleep on the field of green
Feeling the air dance around me
They seem to enjoy their dance of freedom
Envy.

The butterflies on my feet
They tickle me
Teasing me with imaginations
Oh if they could carry me away

The birds chirping in the trees
Perhaps in mockery
Unrealistic dreamer
What a fool she seems

Having conversations
Like I wasn't there
Their biggest worry was where to go
The rain was coming

Like bullies throwing little stones
They hit me on my face
Forcing me to leave them pastures
Cruel rain.