Society confuses me.
My mind confuses me.
I have this perception of perfection
To be perfect proves impossible
Yet the standard for attention is something unattainable
Being a perfectionist is even worse
Because I can sit here in my mind
Truly understanding what I see as perfect
Somehow I believe I am
But I also know what I could be
Who I could be.
Me? Perfect?
Not perfect.
But me as myself feels like...
Perfection.
