• By the way you look at me
    My mistakes are all you see
    I'm not perfect, I can't be,
    Am I just one big flaw?

    I'm younger than the other girls
    With their perfect leaps and twirls
    Much daintier with hair in curls,
    I'm not as good as them.

    "Good job Heather, good job, Grace."
    No praise to me, I'm a disgrace
    To get perfection, they must race,
    But I'm the slowest one.

    There it is, my perfect move
    A graceful leap, so high and smooth
    Your words would be able to soothe,
    And this time, you didn't see it.