perfection

when i picked up a book of a poet and took a look i saw it was a masterpiece and my poems felt like shits i felt horrible and sad why am i so imperfect average in studies,bad at sport it feels suffocating to get bullied am i just a scape goat. why did god made me so imperfect thats what i though not knowing the perfection that was hidden in the drought after sometime i realised i am what am i i am perfect as i am there is no need to compare myself no need to take up their bullying just because I thought i was ugly i am the defination of perfection and that's what i am i will keep on trying when others will look up at me and says thats what I want to be