Why does everyone want to be perfect,
Popular, first class, and pretty?
I say your a wreck,
There's is no such thing as perfect.
Best car, more money,
Clear skin, fit body.
The best dancer, the best singer,
Talented.
Filthy rich, others starving.
Fully clothed, others trying.
A big family, others crying.
No one cares,
No one shares.
Others trying to hold on,
Hold on to the only thing they have left.
Hope, love, and the happy memories.
Look around,
One day earth's bound
To corrupt.
Tell me,
What is going on?
YOU ARE READING
Black Rose
Poetry" Behind every poem, Lies a story. A happy memory, Or a traumatic event. A poem is simply telling a story, Aware or not. A way for authors to express, To an extend......." - Behind Every Poem by TheHarryPot...
