Ethereal Illusions // Poetry Book

Whispering Perfect

The demand of respect in their eyes, they are perfect

They think we all await wishing to create

Forced to be covered in paint, ours souls pulled to a restraint

They tell us it is a sin to be yourself.

But no, it's a blessan so stop messan with who you are

Whispering perfect, is all this really worth it

To change ourselves to fit these standers,

Acting like what we look like really matters

We tear out faces apart trying, to take part

The bend us, mold us, like we are made of clay

Saddest part though is that we known

That they are forcing us to follow, forcing us to be hollow

We hope that everyone will look at us like we belong

Though our hearts are telling us this is wrong and that we must be strong

But our minds are convinced that we must be rinsed

From all originality and welcome a new personality

We change who we are, like God made a mistake

Then we think its ours job to have a retake.

But when the dust settles and everything falls

Are the perfectly shaped rose petals the ones who deserve the meddle?

Or is it the one who stayed true to the roots below and shines a natural, holy glow?

With love, A.C. Claire

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