To say something is perfect is in its self-flawed

Perfection has always been an ideal, a dream that would never become reality

We do our best, though it can’t be achieved actually

Perfection is something we seek, all we can do is be awed by it

     We dare not share with others how low our self-esteem can get

                                          Hiding behind curled hair and curled eyelashes         

Torturing our fragile bodies with clothing that make us fret

Concealing a pimple that is merely simple

Our society is telling us to diet

Should I starve myself today?

Am I pretty enough?

 

We envy those who can illuminate a path to success

Translating their qualities and accomplishing greatness

We worship these people

We worship “idols”

We wonder if we could ever be vigorous  like them

Fighting to tear apart who we really are

Resulting to someone we couldn’t recognize

Standing together believing changing ourselves was best

My heart swells in my chest

 

We, us, he, she

Facing identical problems with identical thoughts  

Forced to perfect what can’t be perfected

Does it have to be this way?

Comparing my life to a jar of clay

Shaped and carved by someone everyday

It’s never my own creation

Only someone else masking a idolization 

Perhaps the act of achieving perfection is an art that needs to be perfected

 

There is no one we have to prove

No one should have to feel miserable to feel flawless

It was never about peaking perfection

Only to ensure an oblivion of happiness

Its false sincerity to a human if not comfortable in their own skin

How do you expect to love someone else when you can’t love yourself?

 

A message for anyone

There is no conspiracy to a better you then accepting what you have

You are you and I am me

Each of us entangled in individual beauty

There is nothing to change when we are born with a duty

Nothing but displaying extraordinary

 

I play this life game with my own rules

They’re created to enhance my unique tools

Never too worried about my protruding flaws

They define and exercise my characteristics to the jaw

I may not be perfect but I am flawless

Flawless in the sense of my own being

Content with what I have to offer

People can truly admire