I don't have a title for this one

I think I've been assigning my anger to the wrong parts of you

I used to think that I was angry at all the bad I'd never do

But now I think I'm angry at the parts of you that could be part of me

The things that I don't like in you that I don't want to be

I'd like to think the best parts of me are the ones that aren't like you

But if I'm honest, I'm only human - and you're human, too

And the reason I can't stand you or look you in the eye

Is because when I do, I see your flaws and realize that they're also mine

So as long as I keep you separate from who I pretend to be

And distance you like you're not just a human, just like me

I can make believe I'm perfect and I'll never be like you

But the price of being perfect is to sacrifice what's true