What is the definition of perfection?
Is it to be everything someone wants you to be?
If that's the case,
Is it bad to be perfect?
Or good?
Or does perfection always end as a mistake?
That follows you everywhere?
Thinking I was perfect was my mistake.
It follows me.
I regret every second I thought I was perfect.
I am now left wondering
With my "perfection mistake" on my tail.
"What is perfection?"
"Is perfection even possible to achieve?"
"Or is it just a view on life that eventually dissapears, but still sticks with you?"
Follows you.
Reminds you.
And slowly eats away your happiness,
Til' your left depressed and alone.
And Perfection nor your mistake exsits any longer inside of you.
You have to fight to heal from the state that perfection as left you in.
You will be left with a lot of scars, that will remind you of your mistake.
But soon it will just be a small bump that you left in the road a long time ago.
And new problems will arise.
And Perfection,
Will just be a battle scar,
In this war called life.
