Perfection

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There is the strange area, you knowWhere all of us go to learn an' grow

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There is the strange area, you know
Where all of us go to learn an' grow

Oh drifting into it with an open eye
We try to absorb every distorted lie

To see through all the charm masks
Securing false images in glass flasks

Places where we dance every night
Hidin' hearts in blinding neon light

Drownin' ourselves in ringin' beats
Buryin' destruction in white sheets

In these crowds, we enjoy solitudes
Try to put up with shelled attitudes

'N' masks fall off each broken heart
To reveal shards and a wrecked art

Which has not a very strange name
It's called love, it takes every blame

Of shattering wild souls into pieces
'N' molding them into masterpieces

Once embraced this area so strange
It'll help you to derange an' arrange

All the shards of your heart an' soul
So stay in the border, play your role

For you are the product of a society
That doesn't care about our anxiety

All it does is set standards an' codes
Then you wander into them hordes

In search of an invisible 'perfection'
Wastin' your time, its every section

But have you ever felt need to see?
Perfection is all about settin' souls..
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Author's Note

I wrote this poem 9 hours ago but I didn't update it because the image was not attaching to the poem. I've tried so many times and now, I thought that the poem matters and not the image. Sorry for such a long delay, lovelies. :')♥♡

Much Love xX
Hazel *-*

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