Perfection.

It cannot be achieved.
So why do we strive for it?
And what of happiness?
It can truly be attained.
But why don't I feel it?
Why can't I feel it?
You are there for me.
But you are hundreds of miles away.
Oh, How I wish to be Perfect.
To be Happy.
To be Loved.
I long for a cure.
A cure for my sorrow.