It's been two years since I reached perfection in the eyes of others. I spent half my life striving to become perfect, and once I did, I had to sell my soul to maintain my position.
In these two years I've come to realize something. You see, attaining perfection means losing yourself, because it isn't about what you see as perfect, but what the world sees, and the world demands nothing short of your entire life.
Perhaps if I had been warned, perhaps if I had had someone to tell me of the danger and destruction in my future, I may have been saved, but its too late for me. My heart has grown cold and hard, alongside all the other Perfects.
For those of you reaching towards the concept of perfect, be warned. It doesn't come with out a cost.
