Perfection in itself is a flaw

You do everything right
Your ego out of sight.
You make others feel small
As you seem to know all.

You are flawless you say
"Cool man," in every way.
You are only the best
Ahead of all the rest

Until you're not around
You should hear all the sound
Of what we think of you
It might make you feel blue

Yet you are perfect, you say
"Cool man," in every way.
Now the truth you will see
But change you will not be.

In you that's what I saw
Perfection is a flaw
And I see through your fraud
Yet, since I am not flawed:

I cannot be perfect