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𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙

Perfect.

Such unrealistic words yet such meaningful to the world but I have a questioned I have longed in my mind for too long.
Why do I aim to be perfect?
Why have I been forced to try and be perfect just for pleasing people who call the moon beautifully perfect yet the moon has craters.
You smile at the sun yet it burns whoever admires it. Including you.
Why can't I understand the definition of perfect?...
You call the ocean calming and with meaningful mysteries yet it rages ever so often. Is that perfect to you?.
You call nature beautiful..yet it contains so many natural disasters.
All this imperfection that seems the opposite.
All these imperfections that society calls beautiful. Perfect.

So many flaws with so much beauty. If that's the definition of perfect to society..to parents.
Why can't I be imperfect? Why is it so hard to fit your definition of perfect if all these flaws fit your criterion.

I want to be perfect to you.

Do you have to make it so hard..dad?

Why did it take so long for you to break your shell and notice my beauty when I no longer looked for your opinion on my flaws.

To them I was perfect.

I was imperfect yet I was admired by them. Not by you until later

I don't need your definition of beauty anymore. Theirs helped me find the true meaning of

Perfect.