Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

PERFECTION

Nobody is perfect,
But some were insecure,
everyone make mistakes,
But someone else checked you out, I'm sure,
Dreaming is free,
And it is out of somebody's fence,
But how do we know when we will stop dreaming,
Without causing damage, or making an offense?,

We love to watch the stars in the sky,
I don't know if you like them,
I don't care if you hate them,
But seeing them shine in the night sky is a dream,
Without the dusts the flickers them,

Jokes can be so humorous,
No one said it was an escape,
Nobody tries to hide,
But there was a hole in someones soul,
For the laughter they made blocks reality,
And dreams can maybe true or not,
Causes insanity,

I feel like i want to stop writing poems,
But how?,
Thinking the next word from the last line, I doubt for now,
Making it rhyme from the third time sounds cow,
Moo, moo, moo,
Even the sounds hunts,
The precious meat is inside your head,
And zombies will try to devour you,

The things inside your head is precious,
Even the heart costs too much,
The internal memories inside those poems cuts,
No tried to steal, someone strikes with veal,
Waiting for someone to remember what they cathed,

This is a stone,
Without perfection,
Bumpy sides and edgy corners,
Cuts me,
Words used here wasn't that wise,
Even reading this book never give ease twice,
Making you feel uncomfortable,
You should be nice,

There's no such message embedded here,
Even checking the lines can't bring you to conclusion,
This is a killing spree,
Nobody was killed and hurt here,
Except me,

I make poems for no one,
I dream for no one,
And no one knows why,

Lines can maybe thin and sharp,
But can be easily bent,
Phrases was enclosed,
And quotes was locked,
I never askes why I wrote this,
I never questioned myself for being this,
I never failed myself once,
For I still fail myself forever,
And this won't hurt forever,
Petrified promises in my mails,
Turning tables like snails,
Slowly kills me, I started to hail,
My last words here,
On this page?,
No, with this rage,
Life is unpredictable,
I used my time just to consume your time,
I consumed mine,
You consumed yours,
No wonder why the world is round,
No offense for the flat earthers,
Even flat surfaces have corners,
And globes have poles,
When it is time to separate your dreams on the reality,
That is the absolute perfection.