Decapitated Dandelions

Perfectly Imperfect

Looking into this void 
This void I know is false
Distorted by the critics
Who contrived an idea 
That deceived our perception
That lead us to a misconception
It made us believe the stars in our eyes weren't there for the soul
They were there to manipulate; to gain control

Now Perfect begins to question herself 
And the beauty behind her eyes 
Is misunderstood
Now she wears true beauty hidden behind an obscure mask 
A small intricacy upon her skin 
A freckle of sunshine that comes from within 
She was told was a flaw, a defect, a slip up, a pitfall
She was neglected.
Overlooked by the constructed faces around her 
She couldn’t refrain from the idea that a beauty spot was an Imperfection 
And Imperfect things were meant to be covered up
Somehow, in her world, that was identified as perfection 
Scrutinizing over an Angel’s kiss, a tiny birthmark in the shape of a heart
Gave her the truth, a beacon to all of reality
She’s made her mark on this world, so why try and hide it? 

All these insecurities. All these thorns, all these imperfections,
Of a delicate rose, an intricate snowflake, 
Made Beauty different from the rest of the Paintings 
Perfectly flawed in all the right places, 
Perfectly imperfect in her own unique way,
The light in her eyes returned to the stage, 
The spark in her heart did not fade, 
For she was true beauty, true perfect. 
So she took the reins for herself