imaginary perfection

i can't do math
and i can't talk in front of a lot of people
i can't run very fast
and i can't speak french
but i can write a poem
so just because i can't do math
doesn't mean i'm stupid
just because i can't understand one thing
doesn't mean i won't understand another
i've never met anybody who's perfect
but that's probably cause they don't exist
the only ones who have ever come close
were the ones who were themselves
the ones who didn't fit in
and didn't need to
the ones who didn't care what others thought
because they were happy the way they were
the ones who gave themselves their own freedom
freedom to express
freedom to live the life they loved
freedom to be happy
and i can only dream
to one day let myself be free
be free to show the world who i am
and be free to be happy
without being perfect