A Poet's Scripts

Perfection is Just an Illusion

Nothing short of perfection, and we'll be just... ok.True words spoken to me. Spoken to us.

 Maybe there was no meaning in it, but maybe there was.

I try to make myself believe that I don't have to be perfect, that I can't be perfect.

But my mind is cruel, and forces these negative thoughts in. 

Those thoughts begin to break me. 

Shatter me.

Make me think I am a nobody. 

And then...

I see them. 

Their smiles, their jokes. 

They are my saviors. They are not perfect, and they don't care. 

We can all be imperfect, yet perfect together. 

I love you guys!